I woke in the small hours needing a tiddle, and I had
this stroke of genius that if I put a load of washing in to scrub I could then
go back to kip, and hang it out when I woke up. I put the load of washing in,
went back to bed, and lay awake for a few hours wondering if the washing
machine had done its thing.
I eventually gave up laying awake and got up at half
past seven, hung out that washing and made toast.
I had my usual look at the Internet. It was still
there… Interestingly there was very little mention of St George’s Day on
Facebook. What with it having been St George’s Day last Friday, in years gone
by there would have been parades and processions about it. There was a church
service in Rye that a friend had been to, but that was about it. No one even
seemed to have been round replacing the tatty flags that went up a year or so
ago.
There was precious little about the London Marathon to
be seen either. Usually there’s a few of my friends posting photos of
themselves looking worn out at the end of it.
I Munzed, Wordled my way from “hours” through “trade”
to “libre” which was a mistake. When I realised that, I was rather
stuck. Eventually I came up with “eeire”.
I took the dogs up to the woods. Last week I found a
good little hidey-hole for the bird geocache that Chris gave me. I’ve written a
Wherigo cartridge for it – people will play a silly little game on their phone
in the comfort of their own home, and then go out and find the geocache
Today we put the thing out while on our walk.
We took a different route to usual. We met four groups
of other dogs, and each meeting passed off nicely and without episode. I’m
absolutely convinced that the lead is the problem. We’ve never had an issue
when our dogs meet other dogs when everyone is off the lead.
And talking of leads, at the three mile point I
realised that Bailey’s lead wasn’t round my neck…
I had a vague idea where I might have dropped it so we
sort-of backtracked. We met a nice lady who pointed out the lead just down the
track from where we met her. She said that the problem with picking up lost
property is where do you leave it to be found? She said better to leave it
where it was dropped and the loser could re-trace their steps to find it. She’s
probably got a point.
The nice lady’s friend said “hello Dave” and
asked me about working at Maidstone and clearly knew me. I smiled politely.
Half a mile later I suddenly realised who she was. Fortunately we met again at
the car park and I was able to apologize for my rubbish memory. We both had a
good laugh… but it bothers me that I am so hopeless at recognising people. I
must come over as very rude, but I have a terrible memory for faces.
I dropped the dogs home then went running errands. I
sent to the vet’s to get the tick-repelling collars. Having pulled one off of
Treacle we’d realised that it was that time again.
And I went to Dobbies where I got a couple of grass
carp for the little pond. The plan was that they should sort out the algae. And
I got us an apple turnover each for lunch.
I came home. The apple turnovers were (in all
honesty) something of a disappointment. A little more apple, a little more
turnover, and a lot less sugar would have been nice.
I then went into the garden. I spent a little while
building a little frame to put over the little pond. A wooden frame with a mesh
of fishing line to keep any predators out. It took a couple of hours to build
and get in place.
“er indoors TM” then
commented that the bog filter on the big pond was running slow so I turned the
pumps off, got out a screwdriver, took the pumps apart and pulled fistfuls of
fish turds out of the pumps. As I fiddled about so Morgan came past munching
one of the little grass carp that I’d bought earlier. So much for that
protective predator-deterring frame, eh?
Morgan got a severe bollocking, and once I’d sorted
the big pond I went back to the little one and added a lot more fishing line to
the mesh cover. Here’s hoping.
In the meantime I need another little fish. I shall
pop into the garden centre at some point this week and hope someone different
is on duty. Explaining that I need a replacement fish because my dog ate the
last one would be a tad embarrassing.
I loaded the car for tomorrow’s tip run, and tehn
spent a little while finishing all the web pages for the new Wherigo, and I’ve
sent it to the geo-Feds to see if they approve. If all is OK I shall get it to
actually go live on Friday – that way I get an e-souvenir as there’s one for
everyone who makes the effort to hide a geocache in May this year. There’s also
one for August too, but I shall worry about that later.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up some burgers and went bowling. As the dogs snored I washed the undercrackers
and watched a couple of episodes of “The Man In The High Castle”.
Again on a so-called day off I haven’t stopped. Today’s
step count is a shade under seventeen thousand… I’m going to work for a rest
tomorrow…
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