I slept reasonably well if not for a particularly
vivid dream in which I was trying to get along the south coast by train and
finding my journey was constantly hampered by the lack of concessions and propellors.
I blame the UK “Ticket to Ride” game we were playing last night.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. Again not
much had happened overnight. There were a few people ranting about fox hunting. Whilst it is illegal
to hunt foxes with packs of dogs, until recently it has been quite legal to
charge round the countryside with packs of dogs supposedly following a pre-laid
scent trail and to then act surprised when the dogs “accidentally” catch
a fox and rip it to pieces. The law has changed. There are those who feel that
it is their god-given right to charge round the countryside and if a fox gets
cruelly slaughtered then that’s a shame. There are those who see this for the
wanton cruelty that it is and are concerned that the police will continue to
refuse to enforce the law. Either way the poor fox remains the loser.
I Munzed, then got ready for the morning. As we
fiddled about, Steve’s new stand-in was on the radio. He wasn’t the same, but
this chap was streets ahead of the previous stand-in.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club. Admittedly it
was cold and it was the Christmas weekend, but I was rather disappointed that
there was only one other person (and two other dogs) along. But we had a
good time chatting and playing fetch and chase and scoffing treats.
Just as we were leaving so Purdy arrived. I got the
distinct impression that Purdy’s mum had made a point of arriving very late to
prove a point to her small daughter who had apparently taken a ridiculously
long time to get her arse in gear this morning. Some people do take ages in the
morning. One thing I’ve learned at camping holidays and taking cubs and scouts
away is that not many people can wake up and immediately get on with life like
I seem to do. Some people really do seem to need up to an hour to wake up, and
they walk round in a trance in the mornings, seeming to be trying to stay
asleep even though they are clearly up.
We came home, and seeing it was a tad nippy outside we
had something of a lazy day. I slobbed on the sofa reading my Kindle for a bit,
then we watched a DVD. We’ve seen “The
Lady In The Van” before, but I can’t say that I
remembered much (if anything) of it. It was rather good.
As I watched I scoffed most of a tub of Cadbury’s
Heroes and gave myself a belly ache.
We scoffed the last of the leftover Christmas dinner,
and then set about the Infinity Table again. Yesterday we played “Ticket to
Ride” on the UK maps, and this evening we tried the Europe maps. As well as
ferries, this one has tunnels. As we played we set about the port and cheese. I
didn’t have *too* much port (only about a third of a bottle) but
the half a pound of cheese was arguably a tad keen. It did nothing for the
belly ache, and bearing in mind last night’s vivid dreams that might have been
a mistake.
Oh – and today is a birthday. Our little mis-matched twins
are four today. Not that they were any the wiser…
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