I slept like a log last night. I did have an idea to
go out into the garden and scrub those tyres when I woke far too early at five
o’clock, but I slept through until eight o’clock which was something of a
result.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do.
I’ve noticed something - more and more I’m seeing posts to Facebook starting
with “please – no hate”. This speaks volumes about social media doesn’t
it? There’s no denying I’d be lost without it, but when you consider how many
people clearly just go on-line to spew their vitriol at people they’ve never
met and never will, you can see why the government wants to keep children off of it, can’t you?
Meanwhile a Russian frigate sailing down the English
Channel has taken a pot-shot at a passing yacht.
I Munzed, got Wordle on the fourth attempt, and at
twenty to nine decided that “er indoors TM” and
the dogs had been in bed for quite long enough. I hoiked them out of their pit,
and once they’d had brekkie I took the dogs up to Kings Wood. I made a point of
taking a shorter walk today… we did what used to be our standard walk. I need
to go back to a shade under four miles. The recent five-and-a-bit miles is just
a bit too much. But we had a good walk… even if Treacle found the mud and
Morgan did come home covered in bird crap.
As we walked we met quite a few other dogs; the woods
were rather busy today. And most of the encounters passed off well. They only
real iffy one was with some woman with a Labrador and a Poodle who blanked us
entirely. Generally there’s a polite greeting, and sometimes a bit of a chat
with those we see regularly, but more and more there’s an element up there that
is stand-offish to the point of rudeness. We saw one the other day – the idiot
in the shirt and tie.
We came home. In a novel break with tradition Bailey
escaped being bathed, and with the mud off of Treacle and the bird crap off of
Morgan I made us both a cuppa. And then I cracked on in the garden.
I gave the tyres another scrubbing with soap and
water, and got another coat of wood stain onto the wood bits. I voomed round
with the bionic burner, and spent a little while looking for the roofing felt.
I had this stroke of genius that roofing felt might make a good roof for the
wishing well I’m going to make out of the tyres and timbers. I can remember having loads of the stuff… It
turns out I took it round to “My Boy TM” to
help with his shed roof.
I drove round to fetch it back.
I stopped off at the co-op to get Belgian buns for lunch.
The co-op do the best Belgian buns. Sadly they do the best annoying idiots too.
How can so many people blunder around utterly oblivious of the world around
them? At one point one old biddy grabbed her mate’s arm and dragged her away
saying that she was in everyone’s way. The one being dragged looked around and
was very obviously very surprised to see there was a whole world around her.
And with buns eventually bought I went on to the first
fruit of my loin. He’s had his lawn replaced with artificial grass. It looks
rather good at the moment, but will it last? We shall see.
I got the roof felt. And I blagged his white spirit
too.
I came home and saw that the little pond’s aerator
pump was struggling so I cleaned it out. As I did I found one of the grass carp
was dead. Ho hum… That got flushed.
I had my Belgian bun then went back into the garden. I
rubbed the tyres down with white spirit, then gave the timbers another coat of
wood stain. Then rubbed the tyres with more white spirit. That stuff stinks. I
had a little sleep by the pond and thought about painting the tyres but decided
against it. Instead I pruned the hedge between us and not-so-nice-next-door.
It needed pruning. I would say something to her about the jungle, but over the
years I’ve sadly found that speaking to her is at best a futile endeavour.
I also pruned our no-longer-dead cordyline. I’ve
pulled off all the dead leaves. Maybe that did it some good. Maybe it didn’t.
Time will tell; it always does.
Meanwhile my new fuchsia is blooming.
I had a phone call from one of my old trainees (he
was a trainee sixteen years ago!) He’s up before the beak facing
allegations of… well, in many ways the allegations are immaterial. Having been
up against the legal system myself a couple of times, and having seen friends
contesting with it, my hopes for my old mucker aren’t high. It really has been
my experience in courts of law that victory goes to those who know what phrases
to say (regardless of their veracity) whilst keeping a straight face. Am
I bitter? Yes.
“er indoors TM” boiled
me up a pizza then she went off out with her old workmates. I settled in front
of the telly underneath a pile of dogs and watched more episodes of “The
Handmaid’s Tale”. As I watched there were several commotions outside. We’ve
put a tray under the bird feeders to catch the seeds chucked by the sparrows.
The pigeons have taken to trying to get those seeds by getting into the tray
and making the whole lot over-balance..
My plan for today was to take it somewhat easier… I’ve
come in at under fourteen thousand steps so that’s somewhat better than the last
two days, I suppose… I still ache though.
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