I woke at three o'clock. Having an alarm set, sleeping
till three o'clock was something of a result. I then dozed on and off, and
eventually got up at six o'clock. I didn't fancy watching telly this morning so
I sparked up my lap-top and tuned in to the local squabbles. There was a lot of
consternation about the hose pipe ban. It was claimed that
the issue isn't that there's no water (supposedly there's plenty), it
was claimed that the issue is that there's insufficient infrastructure to get
the water from the reservoirs to the houses. It was also claimed that while you
can't use a hose to water your garden, you can use one to wash away the dust in
a building site.
Is that true? I don't know, but whatever the issue it
is clear that the incessant house-building needs to stop.
As I read the various rants on the matter so not-so-nice-next-door
was making racket as she watered her plants. She always seems to be up and
about very early.
Originally I was supposed to have been working
yesterday, but swapping shifts meant I could get to Dog Club, our walk, and the
pub yesterday. It also meant that I had to work this morning, but there it was.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the
radio were talking about how there's moves afoot in the Church of England to
turn over a lot of their land to leave it to
grow wild to encourage nature and stuff. Or something. There
was talk about how tenant farmers might or might not be evicted as part of
this scheme, but I wasn't really sure what they were talking about.
Some vicar was wheeled on to explain what was happening, and she alternately
whispered and cried, and (quite frankly) wasted ten minutes of air-time
during which she was utterly incomprehensible.
I took a diversion on my way to work. A new
Wherigo geocache had gone live not far off of
Bluebell Hill as I was scoffing my toast. Being first to find a geocache gets
bragging rights, but first to find a Wherigo... I've only been first to find
one of those twice before.
I got to where I was supposed to be, fiddled about
with my phone, and pausing only briefly to fall four feet off of a wall and
into the undergrowth I soon had the cache in my hand. First to find. Go me.
I drove on to work listening to the morning's church
service as I went. As a relapsed Christian I find myself with so many questions
about the entire Christian religion. Fairly high up on that list is the
question of why is the creator of the universe so insecure that it needs us to
be constantly telling it how wonderfully marvellous it is? When I was
religious, the whole "praising" element was just part of what
happened. We sucked up to god because it was so brilliant and in comparison we
were just crap. But does it really need us to be sucking up to it all the
time?
I got to work and did my bit. And with my bit done I
came home. Again I tried to listen to Adrian Mole on Radio Four Extra, and
again the signal kept cutting out.
Once home I had a cheese sandwich (woof!) and
went into the garden to do some pond maintenance. Some of the plants in the bog
filter were looking a tad iffy so I got rid of the dead leaves. And whilst I
was at work Matt had sent a present – some pond plants. I was rather grateful
for those, and even more grateful to see that he’d sent them in pond pots. They
are now in the bog filter. Water mint is good stuff. It grows fast, and smells
lovely if you like mint, Which I do.
Whilst I was at it I cleaned out the pond filters and
used the mucky water on the plants. They will like that (hopefully). I
might need to top up the ponds before too much longer. Apparently I can use the hose pipe for
that… That’s just as well because I would anyway. There’s only one person who
would see me doing it anyway, and if she squealed me up I’d know who it was.
Not that I could do much about it.
I played Meowdoku for a bit and dozed a bit. I think I
might have overdone it in the sun this afternoon.
“er indoors TM” then raised
the alarm – flying ants were crawling out of the lawn. Not that I could do much
about those either.
I’m feeling washed out… and the torn muscle in my bum
is starting to play up. It does that most evenings these days…
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