It was a very hot night last night. I was dozing
listening to Treacle’s panting at half past six when she jumped up and was
sick. By the time I’d sorted that I was wide awake.
I got up and put a load of washing in to scrub. I
could get it dry on the line before the strange fellow two doors down would
have sparked up his barby. He’s an odd fellow; he’s often in the back garden
making strange squeaking squawking noises, and has a barbecue going several
times a week all year long.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. Even though
it was a Bank Holiday people were still squabbling. There was a vicious
argument raging about Brexit. Personally I never understood why so many people
felt it was utterly unacceptable to live under the edicts of one committee the
members of which they would never meet, and that it was far preferable to live
under the edicts of another committee the members of which they would also
never meet. The only difference between the two committees being that all of
the members of one of them lived on the same island. I *really* have as
much in common with people from Manchester and Sunderland as I do with people
from Milan and Barcelona. But what do I know? Two world cups and one world war,
eh? Ing-Ur-Lund!!! But ten years have
passed and it is all done and dusted with the whole Brexit thing. It’s now
history, Why is Brexit still an issue for many?
And there was a rather bitter quarrel about which was
the oldest active geocache in Virginia. Does it really matter?
I Munzed, Wordled from “night” to “visit”
in four goes, the went to the garden. I had planned to take the dogs to Orlestone
Woods and then on to Hamstreet garden centre, but it was too hot. Instead I set
a table up in the shade, and as “er indoors TM” washed
the carpets so I carried on painting garden ornaments.
I read my Kindle, I had a little sleep. We had a very
good ploughman’s lunch, and Chris and Martin joined us for the afternoon. We
put the world to rights, and got out the 3-D Blokus. Blokus is challenging
enough when it is flat and on a board. But with three-dimensional shapes making
geometrical figures, my poor brain was seriously strained.
We had quiche and chips for dinner which we scoffed whilst
watching an episode of “The Orville”…
Today was the hottest day of the year so far, and te
hottest May Bank Holiday on record. It’s supposed to be even hotter tomorrow…
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