That dog (someone else’s) was barking up the
street again at five o’clock this morning, and once I’d nodded off again so “er
indoors TM”’s alarm went off… even though she wasn’t going
in to the office today.
I made toast and looked at the Internet as I do most
mornings. This morning there was no end of bickering about Cranbrook of all
places. Some landscape gardeners and a café down the place’s high street were
coming in for a *lot* of criticism this morning. Both allegedly owed
customers money… I suppose that seeing how going to court costs so much, naming
and shaming is the only option open to most people; even though this
presupposes that the accused have done anything to be named and shamed about.
I Munzed, and Wordled. Starting with “today” I
eventually got “waver” on the last attempt.
I took the dogs up to the woods. As we drove the pundits on
the radio were talking about how Angela Rayner has got her tax issues sorted
and so can now make a bid for leadership of the Labour party. The Health
Secretary is supposed to standing as a candidate, and there’s talk about Andy
Burnham (the head honcho in Manchester) standing as well… if only he
could get into parliament in the next few days.
We got to the woods where it was rather cold, but after a
mile or so the sun came out. We walked about five and a half uneventful miles;
just how I liked it. Mind you, again my watch and my phone disagreed on the
exact distance. I wonder why they are always so much adrift; it’s not as though
one or other of them takes a short cut.
Bailey did manage a roll in a turd at the last minute, so
when we came home she had a bath.
I made us both a cuppa and got us both an Aldi kit-kat,
then went out to the garden. I got about a quarter of the lawn mowed before the
torrential rain hit. So much for mowing for today.
I put a load of washing in to scrub, then tried to renew my
works car parking permit. Nothing is ever easy, it it? I marked eight pieces of
trainee’s portfolio work.
And seeing the rain had stopped I went back outside to the
garden.
I checked the fuse in the pressure washer. A new one made
no difference; it remained poggered.
I got the poggered aerator pump out of the pond. That was
easy enough. Getting the cable out took some doing as I’d buried it quite
comprehensively. I had to shift quite a bit of the rockery and shingle, and my
back wasn’t all that good to begin with.
I’ve now got to get rid of the pressure-washer and the
aerator pump. I had a vague hope I could go to the tip at Tunbridge Wells after
work tomorrow, but the tip closes at about the time I’d be finishing the early
shift. That’s a nuisance.
I spent much of the afternoon sitting in front of the telly
resting my poor back. In between resting I loaded and unloaded the washing
machine and hung out shirts and jim-jams, and scrubbed and tumble-dried
undercrackers. And I spent a little while sorting out yet another geocaching
Adventure Lab series. I’d got another credit and so did another “Lost Pubs
of Ashford” series. I’d actually got it all prepared some time ago, so the
hard work part was already done. If you fancy having a go at it, just scan the
2-D barcode above.
“er indoors TM” sorted burgers
and chips which we scoffed whilst watching last night’s episode of “Race
Across the World”. I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind a trip to Mongolia. If only
I wouldn’t miss the dogs so much…
