I had an odd night. I woke in the small hours
following a very vivid dream in which “er indoors TM” was
running a boating lake inside a stolen ridge tent, and once I finally got back
to sleep I had another nightmare in which one of my ex-cubs had taken over the
world. He was an odd chap who could speak (if he had to) but chose to
communicate by making strange grimaces and expected people to know what he
wanted according to the contortions of his face. In my nightmare, speech and
the written word had become illegal and gurning was the only permissible form
of communication.
Have you ever tried pulling strange expressions at a
recalcitrant dog?
I made toast with some of that apricot jam. It’s a few
years since we had any; I can remember it being far better than this stuff. I
had a little look at the Internet. I had a few messages from “Daddies’
Little Angel TM”; she seems to be quite
keen on emigrating to Mars at the moment. I suspect that given a few years that
might be an option for her. I also suspect that what sounds rather glamourous
in theory would actually be rather dull in practice.
And I had several birthday messages too.
Steve was on the radio doing the Guess the Lyrics
competition. “She opened up her eyes and thought Oh What A Morning” No?
– I had no idea either. It was “"All That She Wants" by
the Swedish pop group Ace of Base.
We drove round to Repton and dog club where we had a
rather good (if muddy) time. And from there we drove out to Biddenden
where we met Karl and Tracey. We had a rather good walk round the local area.
Very muddy, but good. We found a few geocaches (as we do). And then we
went on to the McCann’s brewery for the geo-meet…
Oh dear…
We got to the place to find every single table booked for
the rugby match. I explained that we’d arranged to have our meet there. We had.
We arranged that a couple of months ago. They claimed to have no record of our
booking. I showed them the email on my phone. That didn’t go down well and the
woman behind the bar grudgingly said we could stand at the bar or sit outside
on the patio, So we sat outside. The people on the next table had pizza. We
tried to order food and were told we couldn’t as we hadn’t booked. Even though the
people on the next table hadn’t booked and they got food. When I whinged the woman
behind the bar said that I could talk to the manager about it if and when she
came in. She didn’t actually say “f… off fatso” but it she made it clear
that we weren’t welcome or wanted. I pulled out my phone and called the Old
Dairy brewery and explained what had happened. They said we were very welcome.
It didn’t take that long to message everyone that the
geo-meet had been relocated.
Twenty minutes later we were in the Old Dairy Brewery,
and it wasn’t long before everyone who had said that they were coming to the
geo-meet joined us. I was very relieved to see that everyone had got the message.
We had a rather good afternoon. Pizza, stout, meeting
friends… it all became rather vague. Though I
did take a few photos.
I woke up on the sofa a couple of hours later. “er
indoors TM” got kebabs and we
watched “Mr Bean’s Holiday” which we’d recorded some time ago. And I had
a revelation. For all that Mr Bean is funny, he’s a horrible person, isn’t he?
As birthdays go, today was rather good.
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