The
original plan for today was a third day in London. Fortunately I
concluded my business there yesterday. That gave me today free, and
saved me fifty quid in train fares which will pay for a fun trip to
London in a couple of week's time. So, with a day to myself I set the
laundry washing whilst I had some brekkie. I checked out what was
going on in the world, and was alarmed to find that in another blog
and in another plane of reality and half way across the world Gary
was having difficulties with his knob. Gary has my sympathies; knobs
can be troublesome at the best of times.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" arrived with Sid. I thought she
was in her jim-jams, but apparently it was a "onesie".
I'm reliably informed that they are all the rage. What do I know?
We got Fudge ready for
the off, and we went for a walk. Down to Park Farm, up along my new
short cut into South Willesborough, Frog's Island and home. We
suspected it would be muddy after Park Farm so we blagged some
carrier bags to make makeshift wellies. We had an episode when Fudge
wouldn't stop shouting at the horses, and then my phone went mad and
randomly phoned "My Boy TM" who
spent five minutes listening to me and the most recent fruit of my
loin chatting.
Home;
a quick cup of coffee, and we tidied the living room some more. I got
behind the sofa and had a muck-out. I found six cushions we never
use. I found two old lap-tops that I never knew we had. I found loads
of escaped socks and loads of jigsaw puzzles. It's amazing what
accumulates behind sofas when you aren't staying alert.
I
then took the Dyson apart in an attempt to get the thing to suck
again. I put my telescope into the bag I got for it last July. And
then with "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
off out visiting friends I sat on the sofa with both dogs and we all
fell asleep and stayed asleep until she came home. It was late and
dark when she got back; she got her things (and
Sid)
together and set off back to whence she came. And with her and Sid
gone, Fudge sobbed. It was pitiful; he ran to all the doors and the
windows looking for them, and he actually sobbed.
I
carried on tidying, and "er
indoors TM"
came and went. Not being in London today I had hoped to spend the day
in front of the telly. I got to slob in front of the telly about 8pm
in the end...
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