I rather ached when I got up this morning. Last night
when I went to bed my watch claimed I’d covered over seventeen thousand steps
yesterday. Perhaps I overdid it a bit?
I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do.
The other day I mentioned that a pub a few miles away, the Bonny Cravat, was
closing down. There was a post about them on the local news site this morning. Despite
having spent ninety thousand pounds of their own money on a Shepherd Neame pub
they were only getting one or two customers a day and have knocked it on the
head. For all that I keep saying that pubs have had their day, this one has always
amazed me. The Bonny Cravat looks like a council house surrounded by a tarmac
car park whilst the building next door is a traditional olde-worlde pub with
oak beams and a rather pretty garden. The only surprise here is how the Bonny
Cravat kept going for so long.
I saw a friend was off on a river cruise in Portugal.
I quite liked the look of that… but I couldn’t leave my dogs behind.
And several people were posting to say that their
children had left school for the last time.
However no one was posting pictures of fishing. Back
in the day freshwater fishing would stop for three months in March so that the
fish could spawn, and fishing would re-start on June 16th. People
would sit on the lakesides and cast out at the stroke of midnight. These days
no one observes the close season.
I Munzed, Wordled from “ached” to “amaze”
in four goes.
I took the dogs up to the woods where we had a good (if
long) walk. As we walked I saw a deer on the path in front of us. The dogs
missed it completely; it watched us approach, and it only ran off when I
reached for my phone to take a photo of it.
We had a “near miss” with the normal people.
Bailey disappeared for about ten seconds. I whistled for her and a voice on the
other side of a thicket told me not to worry; he’d found my missing dog. I
whistled again and the chap said he’d got her. I replied to let her go. This
confused him. What – just let the dog run? Yes. He wasn’t happy about it but
two seconds later Bailey came running round the tree and I could hear mumblings
from the other side of the bushes. We carried on but never actually saw this
bloke, which was probably for the best.
We came home for a cuppa, then I went out on a little
mission. First of all to Brewer’s (the paint shop) to get something to
prime my old car’s tyres before dobbing them with masonry paint. The internet
said I should use oil based multipurpose primer. The specialist paint shop said
they’d never heard of it, and after a quick look it would seem their suppliers
hadn’t either.
I drove round to Wickes where I got a water-based
multipurpose primer, several bits of wood, some screws, a chain and most of the
ingredients for what I’m going to make those tyres into.
I came home again and potted the plants I got on
Sunday. They look much better potted, and the purple plants give a nice contrast
to the water buttercups round the bog filter. I scrubbed the tyres with warm
soapy water (as it said to on the internet), painted up the wood with
woodstain, and by then I was worn out. We did “FEED THE FISH” and then I
sat by the pond for a while reading my Kindle as I had a late lunch of a bag of
smoky bacon crisps and a tin of Doctor Pepper.
I took Morgan and Bailey to the vets for their annual
check-up. For a dog that barely eats, Bailey has put on half a kilogram.
Morgan’s weight remains constant, and both dogs passed their MOT with flying
colours.
I came home, had a shower, and slobbed in front of the
telly as I do in the early evening playing games on my phone whilst watching
drivel on the UK Gold channel… There’s something odd with that channel. So
often the program goes intermittently silent and the video pixelates. It
doesn’t happen during the adverts and it doesn’t happen on any of the other (non-UK
brand) channels. I shall hope that the issue is at their end and not with
our Sky-Q box.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we washed down with a bottle of prosecco and
a couple of G&Ts as we watched a couple of episodes of “Taskmaster”.
And for all that I might have overdone it yesterday,
as I type this my watch is telling me I’ve covered twenty thousand and
twenty-five steps and it hurts to move. I really should take it easier
tomorrow.
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