As I peered into Facebook this morning I saw some
extremes – heavy snow and sub-zero temperatures from friends in America; over
forty degrees from friends in in New South Wales.
Other than a lot of nasty bickering about politics
there wasn’t much else on social media this morning really. Perhaps I should
fiddle with the settings of my Facebook feed. I see so little from the groups
I’ve joined (period dramas, eighties music, painting, dogs, fishing, Sparks,
Munzing…) and I get so many suggestions of “you might be interested in”
about things that are of no interest to me at all.
Three Facebook friends had birthdays today. One I
vaguely know through having met through geocaching. One with whom I used to
work ten years ago. And one who died a couple of years ago. Paul was a good
‘un. Very active in the kite-flying community he was one of the people who
organised everything so that everyone else could have a good time. The world
needs more people like him.
I had no emails of note. I Munzed, and Wordled from “thing”
to “allot” in five goes. As I strained my brain so Steve was on the
radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition. “We know all our
lines so well. We’ve said them so many times. Time and time again”. No? – “Wow”
by Kate Bush.
We drove round to Dog Club where we had a rather good
time. It was a tad cold, and very muddy. But the dogs had a great time. They
usually do. It was a shame that Roo had to get a tad amorous at Smudge. He does
that, but today we got as far as brandishing the lipstick. That sort of thing
is always very entertaining all the time it is someone else’s dog doing it.
As we drove home Steve was doing the Mystery Year on
the radio. When did Chessington World of Adventure open? 1987.
I like my Saturday early morning with Steve on the
radio and Dog Club. I missed it last week, and unless I can swap shifts I will
miss it again next week.
We took the dogs down to Folkestone and had a rather
good walk along the Leas. There’s some rather posh apartments where the market
used to be. I had a vague plan about upping sticks and retiring to one of them
until I had a look at the
place’s website. I’d be paying a *lot* of
money for very little other than a sea view which for much of the winter would
be bleak, and for much of the summer would be heaving with the normal people.
We came home; I dozed for an hour or so, and then Mark
and Sam came round. They’d been thinking about getting an Infinity table, and
so we spent the evening putting ours through its paces. Trouble, Sorry, Game of
Life, bowling, Chicken Wrangler, Hungry Hippos… It was good to catch up. There
are so many people in my life that I really don’t see enough of. We really must
do this again…
Perhaps the fourth pint was a tad keen – I’ve got to
be up early tomorrow…
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