6 July 2026 (Monday) - A House Guest, Too Hot (Again)

Pogo came up for a little sleepover last night… SLEEPover was supposedly the operative word. He was in the garden and shouting at the seagulls at three o’clock. Though to be fair the seagulls do squawk all night long. They’ve got a nest on our chimney; I wish they hadn’t.
I didn’t get back to sleep after that. The CPAP machine had made my nose rather sore and bed space was at a premium.
 
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Those who’ve never once had a lemon handed to them by life were advocating making lemonade from life’s lemons. I really should stop following the “Twee Memes” pages.
There were those who spent last week advocating covering the surfaces of their garden ponds with lilos who this morning were acting surprised when all the fish died. The more crap that goes on a pond’s surface, the less area there is for oxygen to get in to the water. Which is why my pond has splashy things.
I sent out birthday wishes to one of my ex cub scouts who was thirty-eight today. Thirty-eight !!
I Munzed, Wordled from “shout” to “toddy” in five goes, then took the dogs out earlier than usual.
 
We got to the car park in Kings Wood about an hour or so earlier than usual, and walked our usual route. As the walk wore on it was rather warmer in the sunshine, but most of the walk was in the shade, and with a breeze blowing it wasn’t too bad for the dogs. They seemed to like their outing.
 
We came home; the dogs were all soon asleep. I went round the garden with a bucket and trowel and harvested dog dung, then (once I’d washed my hands) made us both a cuppa. I wrote up some CPD, and spent a little while solving a set of geo-puzzles that went live this morning.
I spent most of the afternoon fiddling about playing Meowduko as it was too hot to do much else. Eventually it was tea time and “er indoors TM boiled up dinner and went bowling. I sparked up Netflix and started watching a film. “Per Aspera Ad Astra” was a Chinese science fiction film.. or so it claimed. It was tripe. It’s not often that I give up with a film half-way through.
 
I hope Pogo is quieter tonight…

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