It was a rather late night last night as we watched
the voting for the Eurovision Song Contest. My choice (the Romanian
dominatrix lesbians) came in third. The winners (Bulgaria) had five
hundred and sixteen points, while the UK came in last with just one point. Back
in the day I would have said “We came in last” but I don’t feel any
connection with what is supposed to be my country these days. Yesterday there
was a “Unite the Nation” rally… it’s rather
ironic that those who are loudest in advocating patriotism are those who make
me ashamed to be British.
I didn’t get up till half past nine this morning. That
was something of a result. I made toast and peered into Facebook as I do.
Several friends were off on holidays. Dorset, Seattle, Spain… And there was a
strange posting on one of the work-related groups. Someone had posted a photo
of a blood film and had asked a multiple-choice question of what the salient
features were. Amazingly everyone had got the answer right, and then at the
bottom of the page I saw “Show Hidden Comments”. Apparently some comments were
hidden because they may be “offensive, off-topic or spam”. I clicked to
see the hidden comments. None were offensive, off-topic or spam. However all of
the hidden comments were giving wrong answers.
I Munzed and Wordled from “night” to “bylaw”
in four goes as two magpies argued in the garden. That didn’t bother the dogs
much(!)
I looked at the weather forecasts. The BBC claimed
there would be rain showers all day. The Met Office claimed it would be dry
until early afternoon. We chose to go with the Met Office and took the dogs out
for a walk.
We drove out to Boughton Aluph and walked along quiet
lanes and footpaths to the church. The plan was then to go back to the car, but
it wouldn’t be *that* far to go into Wye and the weather looked OK. So
that’s what we did. It was a shame that Bailey had to roll in fox poo, but
that’s the sort of dog she is.
We walked out to The Sawyers. I once went there with my Fudge when the beer
selection was amazing. Today they only had a couple of ales on, but the place
was friendly. And we met Alan there. It was good to catch up.
From there we went on on to the
Tickled Trout. It was a friendly enough place. It was rather pretty
sitting by the river. But… Eighteen quid for a pint and a half and four bags of
crisps? Seriously? The same had been ten quid cheaper not five minutes’ walk up
the road.
From there we headed back to the car. It was a shame
that “er
indoors TM” dropped Treacle’s lead on the way back,
and with lead retrieved it was another shame that Bailey had to run amok in a
thicket, but there it is.
We got back to the car to find we’d covered six miles. I
thought it would have been maybe three and a half.
We came home and with the sun still shining we had a pint
and some crisps in the garden.
I took a few photos as we
walked and sat and drank. I was so glad we’d not taken much notice of the
weather forecast.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza
which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “The Orville”.
I’m quite worn out; we’ve had a busy day…
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