8 July 2026 (Wednesday) - The Heatwave Continues

Despite the heat I slept well last night. Settled dogs make such a difference.

I got up and had a look at the potted plants in the garden. Every morning not-so-nice-next-door is out watering her plants, but the soil in my pots was still damp from yesterday so I didn’t give them another drenching. You can over-water… I think I might have don’t for my acers by doing that.

 

I made toast and had a look at the Internet. All the talk on social media this morning was about that odious Nigel Farage who was playing silly beggars. Having been accused of all sorts of financial irregularities, rather than facing a proper investigation he’s resigned as an MP. He says he will stand in a by-election and the public can decide between him and “the establishment”. It’s a rather silly attention-seeking stunt that has blown up in his face as all of the other political parties have announced they aren’t going to stand in any by-election he might set off.

I really can’t understand why anyone would vote for him anyway. It’s nothing to do with his policies; it’s him. He’s never seen in his constituency, and his record as an MEP (back in the day). He was one of the top three most poorly attending MEPs and there were allegations of his diverting money even then. His stock in trade is to stand on the political sidelines and heckle. The last thing he ever wanted was to ever get elected to anything because he would then have to do something.

And there was talk about how many non-native invasive species are now living wild in the UK. I’ve seen scorpions, parakeets, wallabies and catfish all within twenty miles of home, and I think I’ve heard wild boar (and seen their turds) in Kings Wood.

 

I Munzed. I Wordled from “plant” to “demon” in five goes, and we took the dogs out before it got too hot. A couple of days ago a new geocache went live in Denge Wood (near Petham). There was still no find logged on it this morning. Looking at the maps it seemed as though it was a mile into the woods so we’d have shade.

We had a minor snag when the road there was closed, but we eventually got to where we needed to park. We had a good walk out to where the geocache was supposed to be. The hint was “nestled at the bottom of a tree” and with the difficulty set to the easiest rating possible it shouldn’t have been a difficult find.

We arrived to find the leaf litter had been brushed away from pretty much every tree within fifty feet of where the GPS said we needed to be. Someone else had obviously already been there and had a good look round before us.

We searched for twenty minutes before giving up. But having had a decent walk out we had a decent walk back to the car. And I took a few photos whilst we were out too.

 

We got home just as it was getting too hot.  “er indoors ^TM” sorted us iced coffee. I marked a trainee’s essay on the laboratory investigation of haemostatic abnormalities, then spent an afternoon slobbing in the garden. Reading my Kindle, playing Meowdoku, “FEEDING THE FISH”, watering the plants, having a little snooze…

 

We had a rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a film. Despicable Me 4 was rather good…

7 July 2026 (Tuesday) - Too Hot (Again)

Everyone was settled last night. No one fidgeted or wanted to go shouting at seagulls and I slept through until seven o’clock.

I got up, made toast and had my little look at the Internet. It was still there, and was much the same as it ever was. This morning’s squabble was on a Facebook bird watching page where someone wanted people to identify the woodpecker he’d just photographed. The bird in question looked like a goldfinch to me (and a lot of other people too) but the chap who’d posted the photo knew a woodpecker when he saw one, or so he claimed.

 

I took the dogs up to the woods for an early walk. It didn’t seem as warm as yesterday. As we walked there was a buzzard flying low through the trees squawking like a thing possessed. I stood and watched it for a few minutes, and then realised that fifty yards away a herd of deer were also watching it too. The dogs were utterly oblivious to the deer.

We had a minor episode as we came back to the car park. As we walked up the hill I saw the old chap who’d taken a tumble a couple of months ago and who I’d helped up. I was about to explain that Pogo would probably scream at his dog, but he does that. Pogo gave a half-hearted squeak and the old bloke stamped and thrashed at Pogo and shouted at him to f… off. When I asked him if that was necessary; the old bloke got rather aggressive. When he’d finished ranting I reminded him that I’d helped him up a little while ago, and that the next time I see him lying on the ground I would leave him there. It was at that point that he pretended to be deaf, and his rather embarrassed wife tried to hurry him away.

Would I leave him laying on the ground next time? Probably not…

 

We came home. I Munzed, Wordled from “night” to “sling” which I got on the last go. I did a You-Gov survey and then wasted ages looking at audiobooks. Bearing in mind my utter inability to listen to the Adrian Mole diaries on Radio Four Extra at the weekend I had a plan to download them to my MP3 stick and play them in my car that way. Sadly the best I could find was to get them on a CD… CD – my car doesn’t have a CD player, and who has a CD drive on a laptop any more? The best I could find was some “audible” thing which would have me spending money each month. Not a lot of money, but I said that about the Sky TV. By the time I paid for Sky and the internet and Netflix and Paramount it soon added up to over a hundred quid a month.

I eventually got the Kindle app to start reading the Kindle book I’d bought ages ago, but all it would read was the copyright rubbish; not the actual story. I had this idea that I might play it from the BBC Sounds website directly on my phone, and I tried that as I set off to Folkestone, but for some reason the phone won’t play any sounds when in the car. Something to do with the Bluetooth I think?

 

I spent an hour or so running errands for “Daddies’ Little Angel ^TM” and then took her and Pogey home. It was eight degrees cooler in Folkestone compared to Ashford.

I got home and scoffed some malt loaf for lunch as I marked a trainee’s essay on iron metabolism.

 

We did “FEED THE FISH”. If I haven’t made the announcement by about half past three all three dogs follow me around waiting for the announcement. The fish got fed, the dogs had a few scraps of dried rice. Everyone saw that as a result.

I watered the plants, played Meowdoku, and checked the car’s tyre pressures. As I drove home earlier it told me one of the tyres had a low pressure. All seemed OK to me when I checked, but I’d rather have a false alarm than no alarm.

 

We had a rather good dinner (with a chilled bottle of that cheapo plonk) whilst watching another episode of “MacDonald and Dodds”. I’d be rubbish at being a detective. And to think I once seriously considered being a rozzer…

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…

5 July 2026 (Sunday) - FTF, Early Shift, Pond Plants

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…

4 July 2026 (Saturday) - Dog Club and Longbeech

I rolled my eyes as I read Facebook this morning. Someone who usually posts twee twaddle to one of the dachshund groups I follow was devastated that her dog had “done for” a neighbour’s chicken. This went completely against her world view of dewey-eyed soppy dogs. What did she expect? Treacle’s a lump and she’s caught (and killed) two rabbits and eaten a live mouse. Bailey is perhaps the smallest dog I’ve ever seen and she has had a squirrel. At the end of the day they are descended from wolves.

I read a post from someone who had the arse that their neighbour was getting work done on his house and wasn’t being asked for his opinion on which company should be given the work I found myself thinking about my ex-neighbour “Nutty Noodle” who once went ballistic at me because I didn't take time off work to supervise a roofer. When I refused to stay home to watch the work being done, he took time off work himself to supervise them, and tried to bill me for his time...

 

I put out a few Munzees. Wordled from “group” to “pizza” in four goes, and strained my brain at Steve’s “Guess the Lyrics” competition which was playing on the radio. “My love has taken a tumble oh but I’m still standing”. No? I had no idea either. According to Google it was “Sweet Little Mystery” by Wet Wet Wet.

 

We went to Dog Club where a good time was had by all… mostly. It was a shame that Morgan had to be put on his lead, but he simply doesn’t like Alsatians.

From Dog Club we drove up to Charing listening to Steve doing the Mystery Year on the radio. We had no idea, and sadly the signal gave out after ten minutes. I was disappointed – I like the Mystery Year competition; it’s a regular feature in my week.

 

We got to the Wagon and Horses. I’d phoned them yesterday and arranged for us to use their car park. We met Karl and Tracey and went for a little walk round the nearby woods. The woods at Longbeech North are a favourite walk of ours; the dogs behave do much better when they walk in an area that they know.

After three miles we were back at the pub’s car park (at opening time). We had a pint and some starters. Olives and bread are good, as is whitebait. And the main course arrived with the second pint. As I’ve said so many times before you really can’t beat a ploughman’s lunch.

And then it all got a tad vague…

There was definitely a third pint, and a double Sipsmith’s with tonic. I’m pretty sure there was a Bombay Saphire with tonic, and I think there was some Japanese gin as well…

I slept most of the way home.

I took a few photos whilst we were out.

 

We arrived home to find it was far hotter than it had been just five miles up the road. I had a little sleep, as did “er indoors ^TM”.

The plan had been to get the Infinity table out, but it was rather late by the time we woke up. Admittedly I’d been on the sauce, but I think I might have caught the sun too…

3 July 2026 (Friday) - Yogi Bear

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…

2 July 2026 (Thursday) - Wishing Well

With no alarm set I slept through. I woke for the first time at five o’clock, rolled over, and finally got up at eight. I made toast (as I do) and had my usual look at the internet (as I do).

A friend was trying to get people to sign a petition for the government to hold a referendum to bring the water industry into public ownership. There are those who feel that public ownership of resources and services isn’t the most efficient way to run them. It might not be, but there’s no denying that the way the water companies run in the UK is nothing short of shambolic. We can pump gas all the way across the country; why not water?

I saw an ex-trainee of mine was having a birthday today. He was forty. Forty !! If asked I would have said late twenties. Where do the years go?

And it was claimed that Donald Trump has personally made over two billion dollars out of being President. I always thought he couldn’t be as stupid as he appears to be.

 

I took the dogs up to the woods. We walked our usual circuit and everything passed off very uneventfully. We didn’t see anyone else, we didn’t chase anything. Treacle went in a muddy puddle and Bailey rolled in something foul, but (all things considered) an uneventful outing.

We came home. Treacle had dried off so the mud brushed off. Bailey got a scrub, and I made us both a cuppa. I Munzed, and Wordled from “bring” to “maven”. Maven? It means “a trusted expert, connoisseur, or someone highly skilled in a specific field who understands its ins and outs”. One lives and learns.

 

I set the dishwasher going and went into the garden. Once I’d gathered up all the turds (there were quite a few) I got those bits of wood I sawed and painted earlier in the week. I screwed them all together, then unscrewed them and screwed them together how I should have done in the first place. Bish bosh – I had a roof for my wishing well. I put some roofing felt on, then put the roof into place. I measured up for my horizontal and within a few minutes my bucket was hanging.

The roof felt is a bit scuffed in places; I should really have done the roof felt on the lawn rather than on the patio, and it needs something inside the actual well, if only for appearances. But it don’t look too bad, does it?

I’m quite pleased with it bearing in mind I know absolutely nothing about DIY. I keep threatening to do some DIY evening classes (if only I could find any). I can remember having an argument with our French teacher at school (about fifty years ago) when I said that we really should be taught practical stuff at school. My old teacher was adamant that I was at a grammar school and we didn’t do menial manual labour. In years to come I would pay the lower orders to do that sort of thing for me (or so I was told). I wonder what happened to old Steve Werrett – things certainly didn’t turn out like he would have had me believe.

I got out the lawnmower and gave the lawn a haircut, then sat by the pond and had a late lunch of lemonade and sausage rolls as I read my Kindle.

 

I got uncomfortable on the wooden bench by the pond so I crept into the house and loudly announced that I was going to “FEED THE FISH”. The dogs went from snoring to half-way up the garden in less than two seconds. And with fish fed I marked some trainee’s portfolio work.

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we washed down with another bottle of that three quid plonk as we watched another episode of “McDonald and Dodds”. Playing for two hours we got it down to an hour and a half by fast-forwarding through the adverts.

I can see why the streaming apps don’t allow you to fast-forward through the ads…