I ached a little this morning. What with one thing and
another I covered seventeen thousand steps yesterday.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet and rolled
my eyes. The county
council has decreed that council meetings will now
include saying the lord’s prayer and singing the national anthem. After a year
of their being in power, despite what they assured me that they would do,
Operation Brock is still in place, there’s more pot holes (and they are
deeper), the boats full of immigrants are still coming, and the underpass
down the road keeps flooding. But rather than sorting out that which needs
sorting they’ve found a way to further divide the country.
Again
the party which demands patriotism is the party that makes me ashamed of my
country.
Interestingly our local councillor who was elected
under the Reform UK ticket and went to the Restore Britain party was remarkably
silent on the matter.
And I saw that Michael Keating (who played “Vila”
in Blake’s Seven) died yesterday.
I Munzed, and Wordled from “ached” to “vocal”
on the last go.
I took the dogs up to the woods. As we drove I saw her
down the road who is always walking. I’ve seen her out before six in the
morning and after eight at night. She just walks and walks.
We got to the woods and walked a shorter route than
yesterday. I thought it would be about three miles; it was four and a bit. As
we walked we met four other groups of dogs. And as is always the case, the way
the meeting went was entirely down to the people and not the dogs. Three
meetings were amiable and friendly. The fourth involved some stupid woman
trying to wrestle two boxer dogs into a hedge whilst muttering curses. I didn’t
actually tell her to get stuffed, but it was close. We’ve met her before; in
the past she’s demanded that we turn round and go back as the path isn’t wide
enough for her to get past with loads of space. Other dog walkers have told me
that they’ve reported her to the dog warden… not that I imagine the dog warden
would want to get involved.
On the plus side Bailey didn’t smother herself in fox
muck.
I came home, made up both a cuppa then went shopping.
On Wednesday when I saw Karl he spotted that one of my car tyres was past its
best. I drove round to Kwik-Fit who couldn’t even look at my car until late
afternoon. I drove on down the road to Elite
Garages where the nice man had a look at the iffy tyre. He
agreed that it was iffy, and he pointed out that two other tyres were also iffy
(to say the least). He said that he’d got some work on, but that he
could sort it all in half an hour’s time. I sat and waited…
After an hour I saw my car driving off. That was a tad
worrying, but it was the test drive.
The nice man came back. New tyres all round, wheel
alignments and a bill for three hundred quid. Bearing in mind that Kwik-Fit’s
website had quoted me two hundred quid per tyre I saw that as a result. It
certainly pays to shop around.
Whilst I was there I inadvertently caused a minor
squabble amongst the staff. I asked what was going to happen to the old tyres,
and if they were just going to be thrown away, could I have three of them for a
little garden project. One of the mechanics announced that he regularly uses
old tyres for projects in his garden, and the other mechanics seemed to be
rather miffed that no one had told them about recycling used tyres as garden
ornaments.
From there I drove round to Bybrook Barn garden centre
for the hose for my aerator water feature thingy. Three metres of hose at one
pound forty-nine pence per metre and a joining attachment costing one pound
fifty shouldn’t cost just over nineteen quid, should it? (Have I ever
mentioned that I’ve got a degree in mathematics?) Eventually I persuaded
them that the bill should be just under six quid.
I came home. Eventually. Seeing the roads through the
town were gridlocked I tried to come home through Chart road only to find it
was equally bunged up.
By the time I got home and had unloaded my hose and
used tyres I was rather worn out, and it was rather warm outside. I came inside
and had a little look on-line at plans for making a little (well, not so
little) wishing well. I then wrote up some
CPD then announced that I was going to “FEED THE FISH”.
And whilst I was at the pond I rigged the hose I’d
bought to the new water feature, then set the thing up and tested it. It all
worked fine, which was something of a relief. I’ve now got to lift rocks and
slabs and move shingle to bury the cable… but that is a job in itself. I’ll do
that at some point over the weekend. And while I’m at it I shall have a think
about the base of the fish ornament. The wooden base doesn’t look quite right.
“er indoors TM” went
off to collect her car. She’d had some bodywork done on her car today. And once
she was home she boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst
watching another episode of “The Orville” and “Race Across the World –
The Reunion”.
For all that it would be hard work, I’m rather tempted
to apply for the next series of the show. All I need is a team-mate to do all the
brainwork as we race.
I still ache… compared to yesterday today was rather
lazy – I haven’t cleared fourteen thousand steps.
Oh – and today is World
Goth Day…
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