As I scoffed my toast I saw that Ashford is to get a
branch of Primark. Is that a good or bad thing? I don’t really know, but our MP
was all over social media this morning trying to take the credit for it. As I
have said so many times before, our Labour MP is pretty much indistinguishable
from his Conservative predecessor in that all he is ever seen to do is to
appear on social media somehow managing to take the credit for other people’s
efforts.
Meanwhile the people of Makerfield have elected Andy Burnham to be their MP. He’ll
be Prime Minister within a few months… and facing leadership challenges of his
own within a year.
And I rolled my eyes as I read some of the
snake-related Facebook groups. For some random reason Facebook has suggested I
might follow pages about royal pythons. Lovely creatures. I've been
following those groups with interest. I used to keep pythons thirty years ago,
and helped run a local reptile club at the time. Back then reptile keeping was
one big argument, and sadly nothing has changed. Snakes, fish, dogs, Star Trek,
70s bands, geocaching, walking in the woods and now pythons… no matter what the
topic, people just want to argue.
I
Munzed, and Wordled from “thing” to “emoji” in four goes. Did you
know that today is Wordle’s birthday?
I took the dogs up to the woods. We walked our usual
four-miles circuit and as we went we didn’t see anyone else at all. Treacle
waded in several swamps… it was a tad warm when we started, and was far too hot
when we ended. But we managed to walk most of the way in the shade, and Treacle
found several puddles in which she cooled off.
We came home for a cuppa. I loaded up the car with a
bootful of rubbish, then turned the tyres over and got another coat of primer
onto them. And then I took my bootful of rubbish to the tip. It was rather hot
as I drove.
Bearing in mind the local tip has been closed for
redevelopment for months I was rather surprised to find it pretty much *exactly*
the same as it ever was. The only discernible difference was that the various
skips were rather more full than they ever used to be.
And with boot emptied I came home, I spent a little
while pulling weeds, then settled by the pond and read my Kindle for a bit
until it cooled down a bit. When it wasn’t roasting I ran round the garden with
the lawn mower. The lawn had reached that length when it could conceal a
smaller dog’s turd, and I’d rather see them than be navigating a potential
minefield. And with lawn mowed I voomed round the gravelled areas with the
garden vacuum. That made me sweat. I had a quick shower, and bunged a washload
in.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up ribs and chips for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Taskmaster”.
Part of me wants to go out and paint those tyres. The instructions on the tin
said to let the primer dry for six hours and it’s had seven…
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