“er indoors TM” went
to the loo at four o’clock and Morgan followed her. He came back to bed and
obviously was terrified of Treacle being already on the bed so came round to my
side and did an amazing leap on to the bed, but stuffed up the landing. I
managed to grab him as he slowly slid off the bed despite his frantic
scrambling.
I didn’t really get back to sleep after that.
I got up and Munzed like a thing possessed. Overnight
a garden of temporary Munzees has appeared, centred on our house. They’d
arrived just as I’d gone to bed and would be going shortly after brekkie so I
didn’t have long to Munz them.
And having Munzed I had a look at the Internet. There
was consternation about the Victorian fountain in Viccie Park being expressed
on the local Facebook pages. The thing needs some work doing but everyone
posting were so quick to find fault and be negative. I really should stop
following the local pages; they really wind me up. People who’ve lived their
entire lives not fifty yards from where they were born put in so much time and
effort running the town down. Maybe one in a thousand of them is prepared to
actually do anything for the town, or for anyone else come to that.
And the local hospital had published an obituary for someone who used
to work there. Someone with whom I used to work (for many years) died
last week. Reading the gushing praise for a sterling and well-regarded fellow I
found myself wondering if I actually knew him at all. I don’t really want to
speak ill of the dead, but the dozens of tributes certainly didn’t mesh with my
memories of the fellow.
I put a load of washing in to scrub, then took the
dogs up to the woods. We walked half a mile more than we did yesterday and took
two hours and a thousand steps less. How does that work? As we walked we met a
couple of friends who were out geocaching. We had a good chat; I managed to
stop them stroking Bailey. If she wants to be stroked she really shouldn’t roll
in the fox poo, should she?
We came home where Bailey had a scrub… you wouldn’t
believe just how much fox poo could be caked onto such a small dog. I hung out
the washing, put the undercrackers in to tumble-dry and mowed the lawn before
making myself a cuppa.
By then it was mid-day. Where does the time go? I
watched an episode of “The Man In The High Castle” then went out to the
garden. A couple of days ago I saw that the big pond’s aerator pump wasn’t
running as well as it might. My initial thought was to get a new one, but a new
one would be the thick end of a hundred quid so I pulled it out of the pond and
as well as cleaning out the pump bit I cleaned out the tube that takes the
water up to the splashy bit. That was ninety per cent blocked with muck. After
ten minutes work it was all going far better than it had been, and that saved
quite a bit of money too.
I then had a stroke of genius (I have those from
time to time). The water coming back from the bog filter wasn’t going as
fast as it might. I cleaned the pumps to that a while ago, but I didn’t scrape
out the outlet…
I’ll do that another time.
I came in as it was getting cold. I marked more
trainee’s work, wrote up CPD,
then watched another episode of “The Man In The High Castle”. Our hero
has effectively walked into Project Tic-Toc. It didn’t end well for Tony and Doug so why did he think he’d fare any
better? As I watched telly I sorted the tumble-dried undercrackers. There’s
never a dull moment in my world.
We then did “FEED THE FISH”; Treacle gets *so*
excited about that.
“er indoors TM” came
home from a day at the office and boiled up a particularly good bit of dinner.
We washed it down with a bottle of plonk whilst watching this week’s episode of
“Race Across The World” in which the contestants went through Tashkent. One
pair of them worked at the huge food market that we visited when we were there,
and another pair went through Amir Timur Square
which we also visited and is not five minutes’ walk from one of the hotels in
which we stayed.
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