Is it so unreasonable to hope for a decent night’s
kip? “er
indoors TM” took the dogs for a
tiddle in the small hours and they all made enough noise to wake the dead. Once
I finally nodded off again so the bin men came up the road. They could probably
have been noisier if they’d tried, but it would have taken some doing. I eventually
got back to sleep only to be woken from a blood-curdling scream from Bailey as
one of the other dogs trod on her.
I gave up trying to sleep at eight o’clock, got up and
made toast. I had my usual look at the Internet.
Yesterday we walked round Beckley Woods. I’m sure I
walked round there many years ago. Back in my schooldays one afternoon a week
was devoted to sports. We were divided into five sets with the really sporty
types being in Set One… I was in Set Five, and after a while it became apparent
that there were two distinct types in Set Five. Those who liked sports but were
rubbish at it, and those with no interest in sport whatsoever. Together with
the rest of the apathetic I was demoted to Set Six and the Latin teacher would
take us for walks in the countryside. The boss P.E. teacher clearly saw this as
a punishment for not being sporty but I loved it. I can remember some of the
routes we took. I can remember walking in Coghurst Woods and over the Firehills
as that was where I would play as a child. But we would mostly walk round parts
of Sussex countryside that at the time I didn’t know. It would be lovely to
know the old routes; if only for somewhere different to take the dogs. Last
night I asked on the Facebook page for the school’s old boys to see if anyone remembered
the exact routes. Several people had vague ideas, but no one seemed to know
exactly where we went.
My cousin was in Paris having a little holiday; I
quite liked seeing her photos.
We got the dogs organised and went up to the woods. “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” had been visiting friends and so Pogo
joined us for our morning walk. We went up to Kings Wood where he screamed at
quite a few of the normal people. I wish he wouldn’t do that. But Pogo seemed
to like the walk; Bailey certainly likes him being along – she gets
particularly gobby with other dogs when in Pogo’s company as she knows he’s got
her back.
Being between Christmas and the New Year loads of
people were off work, and there were loads of people in the woods… I prefer it
when it is quieter up there.
After four and a half miles we were back at the car.
We came home, Munzed and had a go at Wordle. “Along” gave me nothing at
all. “Wreck” gave me the “r”. And then I was stuck. Eventually I
tried “brush” which turned out to be a step in the right direction. “Druid”
got me a bit closer… it was “fruit”. Obvious when you know the answer.
I had a message from the vet telling me it was time
for flea and worm treatments so I ordered some. I can collect those tomorrow.
The vet’s are odd… if you just walk in and ask for the flea and worm stuff they
hand it over there and them. If you phone and ask, they want a whole day’s
heads-up to sort it.
I then spent the afternoon sitting on the sofa trying
to create an Earthcache. A couple of weeks ago we went to Camber Castle. It was
a rather interesting place. Putting a geocache there would just be arse-ache
for having to go to do maintenance, but I had this plan that I might put an
Earthcache based on the geology of the rocks out of which the castle is made…
It kept me quiet for the afternoon… I suspect the
geo-feds will find something wrong. The geo-feds who look after the Earthcaches
can be difficult, but here’s hoping.
I finished up my birthday video for next year. I
ordered some snails which (hopefully) will clean up the fish tank. I had
a go at chess dot com.
“er indoors TM” took “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” and Pogo home. I slobbed on the sofa
watching episodes of “Red Dwarf” until “er indoors TM” came
home with pizza which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Amandaland”.
And I’ll end today with a whinge that I have done to
death many times before… At the moment there’s a lot of people on social media
banging on about it being that time of year when one day blends into another and
you have no idea what day it is… I know what day it is. It’s Day Three of my
Christmas break (and I’m part-time) and I’m back at work tomorrow…
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