With no reason to be up early I was awake far too
early and lay wide awake for far too long. I eventually got up at half past
seven with backache.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Bearing
in mind there had been local elections pretty much everywhere in the country
except in Kent yesterday, there wasn’t that much political talk on social
media. That which was there rather showed the futility of democracy. With only
four out of ten people having voted, Reform UK had done well. But sadly people
cheering for them had been (and still were) cheering them on in much the
same way that they would cheer on their favourite football team. And people were
looking forward to Nigel Farage taking over as Prime Minister clearly utterly
unaware of the difference between local and national governments.
Hundreds of new councilors who claimed that they will stop
the boats are now supposedly going to sort out potholes, bins and adult social
care.
I was rather amazed to hear the deputy leader of
Reform UK on the radio claiming that the election was a “complete rejection
of the Labour and Conservative parties” when so many Reform UK candidates
were standing as Conservative last time. A good example of this was Robert Jenrick who was being interviewed on the radio as I
drove the dogs up to the woods. The fellow is currently a Reform UK MP and he
spent quite a bit of time rubbishing the previous Conservative government… in
which he was a cabinet member.
Democracy, eh?
We got to the woods and had a mostly good walk. There
was a minor episode when Morgan got a tad over-excited when chasing a small
spaniel. The bloke with the spaniel was all for the excitement and said his dog
needed to be told off by other dogs. I said I’m all for other dogs chasing his
dog, but not Morgan who needs to learn not to get so over-excited.
My bird identifying app detected a great crested flycatcher. I thought that was
rather clever of it bearing in mind that you don’t get those in the UK.
As we walked I saw a herd of a dozen deer. Amazingly
the dogs didn’t see them, even though they were only about thirty yards from
us.
We came home. I made us both a cuppa which we had with
a bit of Swiss roll. I then Wordled from “early” through “ramin”,
“charm” and “smart” to get “umbra” (stupid word) on
the fifth attempt. I then cracked on in the garden. I cleaned out the pump in
the small pond, then had a look at the pumps in the big pond that supply the
pressure filter. I had an idea that their nozzles might be full of fish turds.
They weren’t but one of them had a loose fitting. I sorted that, cleaned out
the pressure filter and reassembled. The water flow has definitely improved.
I then shifted the pedestal that “My Boy TM” gave
me a couple of weeks ago. I moved it maybe twenty yards and put one of the
Easter Island heads on it. So easy to type: I nearly knacked myself doing it. It
felt as though I might have pulled something in my hip and leg.
I put a load of washing in to scrub, read my Kindle
for a bit, then set about the ironing as I watched two more episodes of “The
Man In The High Castle” in which the plot has taken a very unexpected
twist.
We did “FEED THE FISH”, I wrote
up some CPD, I stood up and immediately collapsed; I’d definitely
pulled something in my hip and leg. I stood up a tad more carefully and I got
up. My trouble is that I don’t “stand up”; I leap up as though I was a
child. I should carefully get up slowly as though I was the pensioner that I
actually am. Getting old is sad.
We listened to Heart Radio for a bit – “er indoors TM” had
entered their prize draw. I was all for turning it off when she didn’t win the
seven hundred thousand pounds prize. But we listened to the excitement of the
girl who’d won it, and I remembered Joyce. Joyce was one of the waitresses who
worked with me at the Harbour Restaurant in Hastings in 1980. She won the Sun (newspaper)
bingo and immediately and publicly told the boss just how far he could stick
the waitressing job up his chuff. She bought a new house, and a new car, and
took the family on holiday… and was back at the Harbour Restaurant in less than
a month grovelling for her old job back. It didn’t take her long to spend far
more than she’d won.
Blowing money is easy, no matter how much money you have.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching another couple of
episodes of “The Orville”.
I’m going to have an early night… I’ve got an early
start tomorrow so I will be wide awake from two o’clock. Maybe going to bed
early means I might get more shut-eye before I wake…
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