I had a terrible night… I woke to the sound of a huge
crash at half past two. It could only have been the sound of someone falling
down the stairs… and then there was silence. I lay awake for two seconds
thinking that “er indoors TM” was
laying dead at the bottom of the stairs, and then she snored.
As I got up to investigate so three dogs moved into
the warm spot I’d vacated.
I came downstairs to find absolutely nothing awry (apart
from some turds by the back door where someone had tried to get outside but met
a locked door). What could that crash have been?
I then lay awake for over an hour. I eventually nodded
off only to wake in a cold sweat following a nightmare in which I was in prison
for no apparent reason and was running an illicit bar and toiletry supply shop,
and the inmates were getting rather cross about the poor ale selection and the
colour of the washbags.
I lay awake for another hour before nodding off… only
to find myself embroiled in another nightmare in which I was teaching the
trainees at work how to recognise various stars, planets and constellations
only to have the bosses complaining that these lessons should be done in
daylight hours so that everyone could see what was going on.
I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet. I
had a message from Facebook. Last week I reported a video in which some chap
was getting spiders to fight each other to the death. Apparently that doesn’t
breach their community standards.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line this morning.
I Munzed, Wordled from “hours” through “chain”, “wheel”
and “theme” to “theft”, then got ready for the off.
I took the dogs up to the woods where the car park was
very empty – there were only four other cars. Had the fog put people off? It
was a very foggy morning. Although the fog slowly cleared, when we started our
walk there was at best only twenty yards visibility.
As it was so foggy I took the longer route through
what is often the muddier part of the woods in the hope of seeing deer. We
didn’t see deer, but I think I heard a boar snuffling, and we rescued a normal
person. At about our furthest point from the car park we met a young lady with
camera and tripod who sadly asked if I could help her as she’d lost her
bearings. She had a map… but a map is only any use if you know where you are on
the map. I put her right and left her to her photography.
And fifty yards later the path was blocked where a
tree had come down.
As we came back to the car park (where there is
internet signal) my phone pinged about a new geocache which was only a mile
away and had gone live whilst we’d been on our walk… and had been found for the
first time whilst we’d been on our walk. Ho hum…
With walk walked we came home. The dogs were
surprisingly clean so we skipped bath. I made us both a cuppa then I had a
pootle in the garden. I topped up the bird feeder, and had a little look-see.
Much of the bigger plants in big pots are sprouting again. The polyanthus are
in flower. One or two of the potted plants look a bit iffy, but I’ll give them
a week or so.
Last weekend we got some seeds and daffodils from the
garden centre (the one that Bailey didn’t crap in). Today I put the
daffodils into a plant box and planted the seeds. The instructions mentioned
about keeping them warm so I’ve made a makeshift greenhouse in the back room.
The seeds might sprout; they might not. Time will tell – it always does.
As I did the seeds so I was very conscious of a smell
of tiddle. Was it the dogs? I suspect it might be rats and/or mice going after
the seed the birds spill from the feeders. There’s always been rats and mice in
the back gardens down our road ever since the council built houses over the
back (many years ago). I’ve tried humane traps which have caught mice…
but I’m then left with the dilemma of what to do with the mice which I’ve
caught. I’m too soft to kill them myself, and when I’ve released them at the
far end of the garden, Treacle has then caught them herself (and eaten them!)
I’ve been onto Amazon and got some peppermint oil jollop the smell of which is
apparently abhorrent to rodents. It might work; it might not. Again, time will
tell.
I came in, had a hot cross bun for dinner and spent an
hour marking a trainee’s essay on bleeding disorders, then cracked on with the
ironing. As I ironed I watched episode of “Four In A Bed” as I do. And
it was rather entertaining. The episodes went from a rather nice hotel in Aberdeen
to a posh country club in the Midlands to a delightful guest house in the Lake
District. And every place had its supposed faults pointed out by some chap
running a rather grim backstreet Blackpool B&B.
As I watched telly so I took ironing out of the washing
machine and put more in. There’s never a dull moment in my life…
“er indoors TM” boiled me up a plate
of egg and chips and went out to dinner with her mates. I wrote up a little CPD… and then
I settled in front of the telly. Today’s been rather busy. Today was supposed
to be a day off. I’m working five of the next seven days. Just like being full
time again…
