I’ve come to hate night time. I can’t get comfortable.
I’m forever shifting from one position in which I have constant back ache to
one in which my left hand is throbbing. And add to that I’m either roasting
under the covers or shivering on top of them… Last night was just like this,
with what little sleep I did get plagued with nightmares about how it was up to
me to finance the visitor’s centre at Adnam’s brewery.
I gave up and got up at seven o’clock, made toast and
had a look at the Internet which was much the same as ever. There were a few
pictures of what friends had been up to at the weekend, which was good. One
chap had been to the re-enactment of the Battle of Hastings, others had carried
on their walk along the Thames.
One chap (on a vintage toy site I follow) was
sulking that he’d been outbid on an eBay auction. He’d been bidding on a Lego
wooden duck (back in the day they made more than building bricks) which
eventually sold for over five thousand dollars. Five thousand dollars for a
wooden duck. Seriously.
I Munzed, and with dog breakfast done I took the dogs
out. We went up to the woods and walked a bit further than we usually do.
Mainly because we had to divert at the start of the walk to avoid horses.
Horses in the woods boil my piss. It’s clearly laid out where they can and can’t go. When we walk along
the horse-friendly tracks we very occasionally see a horse or a horse turd.
When we walk along the supposed no-horses paths we often meet horses and
invariably find horse turds.
And there were quite a few normal people out and about
today; even though we’d started our walk early to avoid them.
We saw a stag. He was fifty yards down the path from
us, and stood still long enough for me to get a half-way decent photo (which
I tided up when we got home). The dogs totally missed seeing him. A little
later we heard something huge crashing in the undergrowth. We often hear
things, but whatever this was, it bothered Morgan. He ran to me and growled at
it from the safety of my side, and he stayed by me for the next fifty yards or
so.
As we walked I saw something that looked familiar. A
few years ago I put out a rather large box as a geocache. It lasted a year or
so before going missing so I replaced it with one of my standard pots. This
morning I found the thing laying on the path. A path along which we’ve walked
at least once a month for the last few years. I wonder where that had been? I
brought it home. I can tidy it up and use it again.
We came home. I made us a cuppa, tidied up the photo
of the stag, then had a pootle in the garden. I harvested dog dung, cleaned out
both pond filters and hacked back more of the overgrowth coming over the fence
until it got too drizzly and too cold to carry on.
I had a late Wordle. Starting with “horse” I
got to “yodel” in three goes whilst “er indoors TM” popped
off on an errand. She came back with Belgian buns, and with those scoffed I set
about the ironing whilst watching more “Lost In Space” on Netflix.
Despite the rain we did “FEED THE FISH”, then I
put some undercrackers in to scrub and wrote up some
CPD. Dull, but it needs doing.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pie and chips then went bowling. I tumble-dried the undercrackers (never
a dull moment) as I watched more “Lost in Space”.
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow.
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