I had a decent night’s sleep for once. Admittedly I
went to the loo at four o’clock, but got straight back to sleep. The dogs were
still, no one threw up on the duvet, the bin men didn’t make any noise… let’s
hope this continues.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. There
were two posts in the Upstairs Downstairs Facebook group that had been reported
for review and possible removal. Someone had taken exception that someone else
had described a TV channel showing episodes out of sequence as “annoying”.
How on Earth does that cause offence. And another person didn’t like a photo of
the cast in rehearsals and had reported that as spam.
Someone had posted a photo of a pencil cell onto one
of the work-related Facebook groups, and loads of people were very confidently
identifying it as something else. It
bothers me that so many so-called medical professionals can be so wrong.
Hopefully these people will learn from these photos?
And it would seem there was snow overnight thirty
miles away in Hastings and in the Medway towns.
I got dressed. The first fruit of my loin had bought
me some Calvin Klein undercrackers for Christmas so I thought I’d give them a
go. We then got the dogs into coats and on leads and I drove them up to Kings
Wood. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about civil unrest in
Iran, and President Trump threatening
to get involved. You’d think he’d have learned
from the mistakes of history wouldn’t you? Mind you bearing in mind his track
record, maybe not.
We got to the woods and walked our usual four and a
bit miles. There were a lot of squirrels active today, and quite a few deer
too… not that the dogs noticed the deer at all. Morgan nearly had a wren, but
fortunately it got away.
We started our walk at half past eight and there was
only one other car in the car park. As we walked we didn’t see anyone for the
first three miles, but as we got closer to the end so we saw more and more
people, and the car park was heaving when we got back to the car. Clearly
everyone was making the most of the last day of the holiday.
We came home. I cleaned the fish tank filter to give
the snails a hand. And then did dog flea treatments. Back in the day they used
to run and hide from the treatments; now they just sit and take it. But clearly
under protest.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a cuppa for us both, and I sent out over fifty invites to the
caching meet-up that I’ve organised for a couple
weeks’ time. Sadly it seems that loads of people have already organised stuff
for that weekend.
I wrote up some
CPD, then did several puzzles and lessons on chess dot
com. Apparently it is a year since I first signed up on there, and as a special
treat they unlocked all the stuff which I only get sparingly as a non-paying
member.
I spent much of the afternoon doing the ironing whilst
watching episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which some pretentious old biddy
who’d given everyone else the thumbs down (for the most trivial and petty
reasons) had the right hump when no one liked her (relatively) dire
establishment, and she had the seriously right hump when she came last.
Over a rather good bit of dinner we watched the second
episode of “The Traitors” in which an innocent got the heave-ho, and
then the second episode of “The Traitors Uncloaked” in which various
celebrities pontificated on that about which they clearly hadn’t a clue. This evening’s
celebrities were two people of whom I’d never heard, Jethro Palmer (from Viz
magazine) and some foxy bimbo with legs that went all the way up to her
bum. I have no idea who she was, but “er indoors TM” assures
me she was once a contestant in a previous season.
Call me a beast if you will, but I’d like to think I
would have remembered the legs, if not her.
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