I woke at half past two to the sound of distant
barking. It sounded like Treacle. I got up to see Bailey standing on the edge
of the bed looking worried. We hurried downstairs… to be followed by Treacle. I
let the dogs out, but whoever had been barking had shut up.
We went back to bed where I slept through till half
past seven when I woke with a headache.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet. There
was an interesting post on one of the Munzee pages I follow… well not so much
interesting as incomprehensible. So many people just type what they have to say
and press the send button without re-reading what they’ve typed. If they did,
they would see that they are writing gibberish. It would only take two seconds
to check what they’ve written. Spell checkers are free.
There was a squabble on one of the local Facebook
pages where someone had listed all the visitors she’d had to her house in the
last month. A neighbour had been to social services with concerns that she’d
had a *lot* of visitors recently and she wanted to be open about who had
come to her house. It should be laughable, but some people really have nothing
better to do with their time. It’s the sort of thing our nutty neighbour would
have done. I wonder whatever happened to him?
And I saw a friend had been over from Australia on a
flying visit. Had I known he was going to be within an hour’s drive…
I took the dogs up to the woods. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were dribbling on about… I have no idea what they were
dribbling on about. Many years ago I realised just how out of touch I was with
current affairs so I make a point of listening to the morning and evening news
programs when driving. Sometimes there’s interesting stuff. Sometimes it boils
my piss. But usually (like this morning) it is utter tripe that is
forgotten by the time I’ve parked my car.
We got to the woods and set off on our walk. I tried
to photograph the dogs but my phone had frozen up. I eventually forced it to
re-start, and as we walked (apart from two people at the car park) we
walked for an hour and a half and only saw one other person.
We found a pond though. Treacle had a paddle and a
swim, but Morgan and Bailey wouldn’t even go close.
We saw two herds of deer, but they were gone before I
got the camera out.
As we came home I listened to more of the Hitch
Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Did you know that John Le Mesurier played the part
of the Wise Old Bird? I remember him doing that on the radio all those years
ago.
Once home I gathered a bumper crop of dog turds from
the garden (before Bailey could go eat it), then washed my hands and
made us a cuppa. I Munzed, and Wordled. Starting with “sound” I worked
my way through “flask” and “aspic” to “pshaw” which (apparently)
is a seventeenth
century word used to express strong disapproval, contempt,
impatience, or disbelief. One lives and learns.
I
spent a couple of hours marking trainee’s work. Some of them have recently passed their
exam, which was something of a result.
I screwed on the wishing well’s roof. I’d just sat it
on previously and the wind had taken it off.
I watched a couple more episode of “Unchosen” in which the righteous turned out
to be iniquitous sinners (they usually are).
And then, seeing that Treacle was watching me like a
pork (to coin a phrase) I loudly announced that it was time to “FEED
THE FISH”. The ceremony of feeding the pond fish really is the highlight of
her day. She watches me intently from mid-day onwards, and when I make the
announcement that “I’M GOING TO FEED THE FISH” she charges to the pond
quite literally squealing with excitement. All that happens is she gets a
handful of the dried rice-cereal stuff that the fish have, but to her it really
is heaven on earth.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up bangers and mash which we scoffed whilst watching a couple of episodes of “The
Traitors USA”. A particularly vindictive character got the heave-ho. There’s
something about the American version which is much more personal and rather nastier
than the UK version.
And the England football team is playing in the semi-final
of the world cup this evening. They are playing against the Argentinian team,
and I’ve lost count of the amount of memes I’ve seen which hark back to a war
which finished over forty years ago…
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