Again all the lights were on next door when I went to
the loo at four o’clock.
I slept through till eight o’clock this morning, got
up and made toast. As I peered into the Internet I saw that the chap who seems
to be trying to visit every pub in the country (I’ve
mentioned him before) has been making a lot
of noise about his having been elected to the ruling committee of the Campaign
for Real Ale. Bearing in mind how he’s on Facebook every day making great show
of his favourite pub in every town, I can’t help but wonder if there’s going to
be some conflict of interest here. Are disgruntled publicans going to have the
arse with CAMRA about losing a competition they didn’t know they were in? A
competition that is nothing to do with CAMRA.
I Munzed, and Wordled from “light” through “close”
to (in a total bit of pot luck) get “clump” on the third attempt,
taking maybe twenty seconds to do the lot. I rather impressed myself. Wordle
usually takes me ages..
Despite the roads being incredibly busy I drove over
to B&M Bargains to have a look at their garden section. Their wooden plant
boxes were half the price of the ones in Longacres. And they were knocking out
tennis balls at four for one pound fifty. Sainsburys do three for two quid. I
shall be going to B&M Bargains for tennis balls from here on.
I went on to Dobbies where some huge black dog stopped
and pissed up the lawn food. I’m not saying my dogs are blameless, but it was
as though someone had emptied a bucket.
And I had a quick look round Longacres too.
Having found nowhere sold the fence supports I wanted,
it was over to the hospital for a check up. Two years ago I had my fourth nasal
re-bore. The first three failed as the surgeon had gone up the nostril, but on
the fourth attempt the chap said he wanted to drill through the bone and come
in from behind.
He had a look up my conk with an endoscope and says
that (unlike the last three times) the polys haven’t come back. Here’s
hoping they stays away.
Whilst I was in with the ENT specialist I mentioned
about my seemingly continual tinnitus. He said that it comes with age, but had
a look in my lugholes and said there was more wax in there than at Madame
Tussauds. He got me to lie down and cleared out both earholes whilst I waited.
He seemed quite proud of the size of some of the lumps of gunge he got out of
my ears, and wasn’t at all disheartened that at the end of some seriously
intense scraping the tinnitus was just the same as it was at the start.
He says he will arrange for some hearing tests.
I came home where I made us both a cuppa which we had
with a Whitby bun, and then I took the dogs out. We got to the car park at the
woods about three hours later than usual and the normal people were out in
force. But once away from the car park we only saw three other groups. Perhaps
it was the time of day, but the birds were very quiet; we heard hardly any of
them squawking. Morgan rolled in one dead mouse and Bailey ate another. The
girls found a bone and Bailey smothered herself in fox poo.
As we walked I stopped and watched two deer not fifty
yards from us. The dogs didn’t notice them at all.
We came home. This morning we’d seen a rat going into
the garden storage box. I stripped it out… There were a few rat turds and
something (presumably a rat) had been chewing at one of the old tents.
That can go to the tip. I also cleared up the area where I keep spare
decorative garden stones as Bailey often sniffs round there, but there didn’t
seem to be any rat evidence. I popped out a couple of the rat-repellent smelly
things just in case.
We did “FEED THE FISH”. Yesterday one of the
older fish looked a tad iffy. In the meantime it had croaked. I hoiked out the
corpse. I watered the plants, I cleared up the dog dung.
The plan had originally been to then do the ironing, but
by then I thought I’d done a full day on what was actually a planned day’s
annual leave (booked for the hospital appointment) so I made up both a
cuppa and looked at booking a tip run to get shot of the old chewed tent.
Ashford’s tip is still closed. We can go to any other tip in Kent, but they are
all quite a drive away. The obvious ones would be the ones in Maidstone… I had
a stroke of genius that I might pop in there before next Tuesday’s late shift.
I’ve booked an appointment at the Allington tip. I wonder where it is.
So I wrote up some
CPD and sorted the undercrackers I’d
tumble-dried last night…
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching some really odd celebrity
quiz show. Hosted by what I can only describe as a portion of bread and butter
pudding on legs it featured has-beens and never-weres who faced puzzles which
were either on a par with “frozen water I – space – E” or Einstein-level mathematics
with nothing in between. However I did have a fit of the giggles on the anagram
round… “Asrworp”?
I’m going to work tomorrow – for a rest.
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