I slept for nearly eight hours last night, but woke
feeling like death warmed up. I made toast and peered into the internet. It
would seem that “we” lost last night. That is the England football team
lost. Personally I’m not fussed, but I’m rather concerned for my many friends,
colleagues and acquaintances who are clearly not of a white Caucasian
appearance. Many of such friends have told me that whenever the England
football team loses an important match then they don’t feel safe for up to a
week. Many have been verbally harassed in the street, and some even attacked
purely because the England football team lost and the thicker element wanted
someone on whom to take out their frustrations.
There wasn’t much else happening on the internet this
morning. I Munzed, Wordled from “slept” (via “trace”, “white” and
“quote”) to end up with “butte” as it was the only thing that worked
when randomly trying the letters I had left. Apparently a butte is an
isolated, steep-sided hill with a small, flat top. Formed by severe erosion of
a mesa (a larger table-like landform), it is common in the
American West. One lives and learns.
Wordle seems good for rather stupid words at the
moment.
I went upstairs to wake “er indoors TM” and
the dogs, and once they’d had their brekkie we went up to the woods. As we
walked we met one other person – a young lady who looked to be heavily pregnant
– several months overdue by the look of her. Call me old-fashioned if you will,
but is wandering round the woods on your own at that stage of the pregnancy a
sensible thing to do?
We had a minor episode as we walked. At about the
three-mile point Morgan stopped walking and started growling. As I caught up
with him so he went forward oh-so-slowly, staying about six feet from me with
his ears back, and grumbling as he went. This carried on for about a hundred
yards after which time he seemed to venture away from my side a little more,
and after another hundred yards he was back to his old self. The other two
didn’t seem at all fazed, and I couldn’t see any reason for him to be scared
and defensive.
I wonder what that was all about..
We drove home listening to more Hitch Hiker’s Guide to
the Galaxy. Once home I made us a cuppa and used Microsoft Copilot to “enhance” the photos I’d taken when
out on our walk earlier.
I had a pootle in the garden. I swept up the bird
seed. A few months ago that seemed to be attracting rats. I’ve not seen any for
a while… I cleared dog dung. I pulled weeds from the flower pots. I thought
about trimming back the hedge from not-so-nice-next-door, but it was
getting a tad too hot so I sat by the pond and alternately read my Kindle and
had a doze.
I came in and spent a couple of hours watching telly.
“Unchosen” was rather good… it was only as I
got to the end that I realised that the boss religious crackpot was Christopher
Eccleston (of Doctor Who fame). As I watched telly so Treacle was
watching me. When telly was done I got up and she ran down the garden, then
came back and looked at me clearly waiting for me to say the magic words. Which
I did, to her delight. She ran back down the garden squealing in excitement. We
did “FEED THE FISH” then I watered the plants, and then sat by the pond
for a bit reading more Kindle.
I wrote up some
CPD, I ordered another e-book for my Kindle. The e-book
cost ninety-nine pence. Is that cheap? Bearing in mind when I was a lad I would
regularly buy paperback books out of my pocket money I thought that ninety-nine
pence was (relatively) what I used to spend on a book back in the day.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more of “The Traitors
US” and whilst guzzling a bottle of plonk. And some amaretto too…
Hic !
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