We were rather later getting up than I’d
hoped. But rather heavy rain overnight meant mowing the lawn wasn’t going to be
a practical proposition this morning. And then Fudge (and his entourage) came to visit. Fudge caused mayhem, left fudge
in the lawn, destroyed a couple of carrier bags, and then he (and his entourage) went off on their
merry way.
We’d planned to go for a walk somewhere in
the countryside today, but the heavy rain meant that everywhere would be wet
and muddy, so we set off to Folkestone to visit the other grand-dog. Sid was
fine. A bit dozy, but that’s the kind of dog he is. And once he’d finished
farting we settled him in the kitchen with some doggy treats, and all went to
Wetherspoons for Sunday lunch. By the time I’d had roast dinner, a pint of
Pendle’s Porter and a crafty ice cream, I’d found I’d scoffed 1500 calories.
Three quarters of the day’s allowance (!)
So we had a bit of a stroll to burn some of
it up. First of all down the old High Street. That’s not what it once was. Back
in the day they made sweets and sticks of rock down there. You could buy saucy
postcards and seaside novelties. And there was even old Bob’s gaming shop. Now
there’s nothing but arty-farty art galleries. The old High Street isn’t what it
once was. We then walked along the harbour, and up some steps to the East Cliff
before making our way back to Sid.
By now the sun had come out, and the day was
quite warm, so after a quick coffee we made our way home and I had a go at the
garden. First of all I attacked the lawn. Little Lacey (who’d come with Fudge this morning) had told me the lawn needed
cutting. It hadn’t been done for six weeks, and it took some shifting. The lawn
was very damp, but it needed doing.
And then I mucked out the fish pond filter.
The pond is decidedly murky, despite the biological jollop I stuck in the
filter box five weeks ago. Over the winter I need to come up with a plan for
more effective pond filtration.
And talking of plans, I then spent a little
while updating my diary. I heard some bad news last night – Shadoxhurst Bonfire
has been cancelled.
I’m really disappointed to hear this – it’s not the biggest bonfire of the
year, but it’s a good evening out, there’s usually a good fun fair there, it’s
just down the road. And it’s been cancelled. It turns out that Shadoxhurst
Parish Council’s entire recreation committee has resigned, and they were unable
to find anyone else to help. A shame they didn’t ask me (!)
This has left my bonfire season looking
decidedly sparse. We missed Eastbourne’s bonfire parade last night because it
clashed with International Observe the Moon night, and now with Shadoxhurst’s
bonfire night having gone down the pan, I’ve only got four firework-related
events on my itinerary for this year. Having said that, bearing in mind the
amount of ale that I usually pour down my gullet at a bonfire night, perhaps
this is for the best.
Talking of plans being thwarted, it would
seem that the kite club’s Xmas bash coincides with the next lunar eclipse, so I
shan’t be able to get to that evening out either…
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