I slept through till seven o’clock this morning which
was something of a result. I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do.
It was rather quiet this morning… someone had posted on Facebook that they’d
seen a large black cat (non-moggy) near Tunbridge Wells. I wonder what
it was. I
once saw a very large black cat walking across a field near Hawkhurst, but that
was twenty years ago. Photos of panthers look very like what I saw – I’m not
saying it was a panther but it certainly wasn't someone's moggy.
I took the dogs up to Kings Wood. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about the immediate ascension of Andy
Burnham. There was precious little fact, but endless speculation.
We got to the woods to find some woman washing her
smalls in the car park. I smiled at her and asked if she’d camped overnight.
She said she had, and that it was a lovely place to camp.
We walked our usual walk. Treacle found four swamps.
Bailey rolled in something foul. After four miles we came back to the car park
to find the campers were cooking their breakfast. They seemed happy enough. I
can’t help but wonder how Forestry England are going to enforce the proposed
parking charges on people only stopping for an hour or so when other people are
camping overnight with impunity.
We came home. The girls had a bath. I made a cuppa for
me and “er
indoors TM”, Wordled from “slept” to “crude”
in four goes, Munzed, then went out again.
I
needed a Stanley knife. Against my better judgement I went to B&Q where (for
once) I got what I needed with no fuss. From there I drove round to the
Repton centre. Over the weekend we’d heard third-hand rumours that there had
been complaints about the Dog Club. It turned out that there hadn’t been, and
all was fine. Or as fine as could be expected for Saturday mayhem.
I came home and with the heatwave gone I cracked on in
the garden. I got on with my wishing well project. Toady’s plan was to get the
uprights into place. That involved cutting some holes in the tyres I painted
the other day, and sticking the uprights through those holes.
Have you ever tried to cut a hole in a tyre?
Whenever you hear mention of someone having had their
tyres slashed, I’d seriously question it. It took all of my effort to force a
brand new Stanley knife into the tyre, and it took sustained effort to get the
knife to actually go through. And as for any actual cutting… I eventually got
six holes cut, sawed the uprights to size, and got them in place.
Flushed with success I then started sawing the wood
for the roof into shape… and I had a minor hiccup. Somehow I’d lost a bit of
wood. A bit that was two and a half metres long. I wonder where that had gone?
It didn’t take *that* long to nip over to
Wickes to get another.
And equipped with all the timber I need (I think),
I sawed it all to size and gave the new stuff a coat of wood stain.
We did “FEED THE FISH” , I voomed round with
the watering can and suddenly it was four o’clock and my step count for half
the day was double what it had been for Saturday and Sunday combined.
I made a cuppa for “er indoors TM” and
myself, and realised just how much pain I was getting from my right elbow. I’d
certainly overdone it with the cutting of the tyres.
The wishing well is nearly together. It just needs the
roof to be built … I’ll do that later in the week when I can take my time over
it.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good bit of dinner then went off bowling. I turned on the telly and
it suggested a film I might like. “Downton
Abbey; The Grand Finale” was rather good but I got the impression that
the writers had forgotten what had gone before in that show. The plot was all
about the great scandal of Lady Mary having got divorced… this was the same
Lady Mary who in the third episode of the show porked the Turkish attaché to
death. I would have thought that after porking the Turkish attaché to death,
getting a divorce would have been rather trivial, but what do I know – times were
different back then.
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