Again I ached when I woke. I got up, made toast and
had a look at Facebook. Someone who used to run a rather specialist shop in
Folkestone had the arse with the government because no one was coming to buy
surplus military stuff from him. I can see that only taking fifteen quid a day
wasn’t a viable business model, but more and more the government is being
blamed for every single failing of the world. Am I missing the point here?
Would having a Reform UK government have the masses running out to Folkestone
to dress up like Action Man? Somehow I doubt it.
With “er indoors TM” not
working from home today we were up earlier than usual. We got to the woods a
good hour and a half earlier than we did yesterday. We walked our usual shorter
walk (what used to be our usual walk) of four and a half miles and in
that time we only saw two other people. We did see a deer though. Again like
the one we saw the other day it wasn’t particularly fazed by the dogs.
We came home. My Forestry England welcome pack had
arrived together with the all-important car sticker which allows me free
parking at the Kings Wood car park. I Munzed and opened a qrate. I Wordled from
“today” through “butty” to “entry”, then cracked on in the
garden.
As always I started by harvesting the dog dung.
Strating with anything else usually leads to disaster. I then got a first coat
of undercoat onto the tyres. The instructions said to allow at least six hours
between coats so I got the spirit level and got the platform for the thing
level, and that was all I could do on “Operation Wishing Well” for
today. I don’t want to saw any wood into shape until I’ve figured out how far
apart my uprights are going to be. That distance will be what it is once the
uprights are actually in place, and will probably bear little (if any)
relation to anything I might measure.
It was a bit warm so I came inside. I saw I had an
email. I subscribe to a website called “Lablogatory”.
Every so often there would be a work-related post appearing there which I could
sometimes use in my personal continuing
professional development. Naively I always
thought the site was created by volunteers. It turns out that those producing
material for the site were being paid to do so, and the money has dried up. My
CPD blog is open to all, and a surprising amount of people seem to refer to it.
Am I wrong in providing this for free? Personally I don’t think so.
I watched an episode of “The Handmaid’s Tale”
as I scoffed a Bombay Bad Boy pot noodle for lunch. Having been a tad egg-bound
recently I hoped for great things. And then I went out to the shed and had a
little tidy-up. I’ve booked a tip run for tomorrow to get rid of that which I
tidied.
I could feel a few spots of rain so we quickly did “FEED
THE FISH”; it was hossing down by the time the fish and the dogs had had a
little scoff.
I then spent the rest of the afternoon alternating
between trying to do the shed when it wasn’t raining, and reading my Kindle
when it was. It rained quite a bit – I’m just hoping the paint on my tyres was
mostly dry by then.
“er indoors TM” came
home and boiled up dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of episodes
of “Taskmaster”, and that Bombay Bad Boy pot noodle has done the trick.
I’m going to bed as I shall lay down there. It hurts to sit right now…
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