Again I slept far better with no alarm set. I woke at
five, and got up and put a load of washing on. I hung it out at eight o’clock,
then made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do. I hadn’t missed much.
As always it was one big argument. People were confusing patriotism with
racism; so many people feel that in order to be proud of being British you have
to be hateful to the rest of the world. Those who blather platitudes were
wringing their hands about teenage thugs killing pigeons with catapults. Those
who’d just bought a new car had been sold a total wreck but the aggrieved
flatly refused to name the garage. Despite our being in the third decade of the
twenty-first century, creationists and flat-earthers were aggressively posting
stuff that was flatly wrong, and were openly parading their ignorance and
stupidity.
We’re certainly not living in the world I had hoped
for when I was younger.
A Facebook friend was having a birthday today… someone
with whom I used to work fifteen years ago, and she couldn’t have said more
than half a dozen words to me when we did see each other. I sent her the
standard Facebook “Happy Birthday”.
I went upstairs to get dressed and found a pile of dog
sick on the bed. Someone had blown… I put the vommed bedding into wash and took
the dogs up to the woods. As we drove, Fatboy
Slim was the castaway on Desert Island Discs. He sounded
rather interesting, but there’s no denying his choice of music was on the dire
side.
We got to the woods and walked our usual circuit.
Unlike yesterday the woods were heaving with normal people. We eventually shook
off the first group who were a hundred yards behind us constantly screaming at
their dogs.
We met the strange bloke in collar and tie who always
blanks us. We met him at a very narrow point on the path where he grudgingly
gave me a grunt of acknowledgement.
I thought I saw a deer and was about to take a photo
when I realised it was another dog; that dog’s mummy said he’d chased deer
before, and the deer had turned on him. That’s something to keep an eye on.
And we met a chap who had a rant about the wood’s car
parking charges which came into effect this week. He wasn’t at all happy to
hear that I’d joined Forestry England (he took that as a personal affront),
and he was boasting that he’d parked on the lane outside the car park. He said
there was probably space for cars to get past him…
We came home. I made up both a cuppa. I Munzed. I
Wordled from “eight” to “baton” in four goes. “Baton” – a
word I’ve heard of. A novel break with tradition for Wordle. And then there was
a commotion from the dogs. We had a delivery. Most delivery people just knock
on the door. The Yodel chap doesn’t. He just puts the parcel straight into the
box in the garden.
I hung out the third load of washing, put the fourth
in to scrub and spent a few minutes reviewing more trainee work.
After scoffing more sausage rolls and lemonade (classic
lunch!) I got on with the ironing whist watching more of “The Handmaid’s
Tale” in which again rather than using dialogue, the lead character spent a
lot of the time grimacing at the camera. It turns out that the actress is also the
director
and producer of the show so I expect that explains why she’s acting so incomprehensibly.
We did “FEED THE FISH”. The pond is looking a
bit green. I have a plan for it… but that will be next week’s project. “er
indoors TM” boiled up a rather good
dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the “Yogi Bear” film. It’s been
on our Sky Q box for months. It was rather good…
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