It was a hot night. Morgan was whimpering and crying
in the small hours, and once he settled so the thunderstorm hit. After a while “er
indoors TM” remembered she’d left
the skylight in the attic room open. Woops.
I got up at seven o’clock, made toast and had a look
at the Internet. It was still there. It usually is. Apparently there was a big
public meeting in Hastings yesterday to discuss renovations and improvements to
the amenities around the sea front. Sadly what none of those in the meeting
seemed to realise is that all of the amenities aren’t in public ownership. If
the owner of a putting green or a boating lake chooses not to spend a small
fortune on doing it up (for no financial gain) then no amount of public
rancour will change anything. Especially when those expressing the rancour
don’t actually spend any of their money in the amenity they want doing up. I
blame Margaret Thatcher. It was patently obvious that taking anything out of
public ownership and making it a profit-making business is going to stop
whatever it is having its primary purpose as whatever it was supposed to be.
Look at the current mess of the country’s trains and water supply.
I Munzed,and Wordled. “While” was a silly word
with which to start. So I tried “start” which gave me the first letter.
“Scuff” gave me the first two letters, and I got it on the fourth
attempt with “scoop” for the simple reason that I couldn’t think of any
other word that might have fitted.
As I strained my brain Steve was doing the “Guess
the Lyrics” competition on the radio. He gave the clue that it was from the
seventies. “Let that feeling grab you deep inside and send you reeling where
your love can’t hide”. I recognised it as being “Let
Your Love Flow” but I had to look on the internet
to find out who sang it. It was the Bellamy Brothers.
Being Saturday we drove round to Repton and Dog Club.
Attendance was down; we only had a dozen dogs along. I blame the heat. But a
good time was had by all; even if there was a lot of eating of grass going on.
As we drove home so Steve was doing the Mystery Year
on the radio. There were several songs which gave me flashbacks of the Open
University summer school. And “Something
Good” by Utah Saints? 1992.
We came home. We had a cuppa and a doughnut and I
counted up the Dog Club money, pocketed it and transferred that amount into the
Repton’s people’s bank account. This time I made sure there was no foreign
coins in there.
Chris came round and we sat in the garden playing on “the board” which is not entirely unlike the Infinity
Table.
I
took a few photos as we played. It was rather good…
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