Most Sundays I go on
quite a serious walk - walking for several hours and many miles.
Yesterday's walk was rather modest in comparison with what I am used
to. So why on Earth did I feel so physically drained this morning?
As I scoffed brekkie
"Daddies Little Angel TM" arrived,
shrieking about "Hedge Suits" and complaining that
the shop in her street had been charging her through the arse. It's
another world....
We took the dogs out for
a walk. Through the park and on to Singleton lake. I had asked the
most recent fruit of my loin to come on a geocaching mission, and to
my amazement she had agreed. But the area I was planning to search in
was really wet and waterlogged, so instead we carried on up to the
environment centre and walked across there. As we came in through the
back of Singleton we saw an idiot walking his dog. From a distance of
fifty yards he shouted that his dog was dangerous and that we were
not to follow him. So we changed our direction. On seeing how we were
now heading off at right-angles this twit ran with his dog to be in
our way and again shouted to warn us off. So, obligingly, we again
changed our route only to have this fool again double back on himself
and shout at us again. This time I made a point of not answering him,
but instead I loudly told the world at large that if any wild dog
came near me and mine I would hoof it up the khyber. Surprisingly (or
not) this idiot then beat a hasty retreat.
The rest of our walk home
was relatively uneventful. Once home we popped round to see a friend
who’d mentioned that she had a poker table she didn’t want. I
thought it would be a shame for the thing not to be appreciated, so
I’d offered it a good home. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and I popped round, fussed the cats, and came home with it. It’s a
good table and there are quite a few poker chips with it. A shame
Furry Face felt the need to eat some of it, but such is life.
After a quick bit of
lunch the Rear Admiral visited. He seemed singularly unimpressed with
the poker set. Which was a shame as I had a vague plan of installing
the set at the Admiralty. Still, never mind. Instead I set about some
laundry. At the weekend I found an old coat that my beloved had
forgotten about. She’d asked me to wash it for her as it had
collected quite a lot of dust during its months of neglect. Before
washing it I emptied the pockets. Amongst the rubbish and clutter in
those pockets I found two twenty pound notes. I don’t usually check
pocket when I’m doing the washing. I shall from now on.
With "Daddies
Little Angel TM" then going off on a
mission I took Fudge out on another walk. I’d had a note from the
postman to say a parcel was awaiting collection so I went to get it.
Furry Face didn’t seem overly keen to go on another walk, and he
merely plodded along by my side as we went; not pulling at all. That
is quite unlike him. I hope he’s not sickening for something.
With parcel collected I
sat down to do some more writing. On Friday I wrote an article about
geocaching in Ashford which was received well. I’ve started working
on another article about caching elsewhere in the county. Let’s
hope that this one will go down as well.
And as "er
indoors TM" set off bowling I settled down
with a very sleepy dog and I watched more Babylon 5 DVDs. It was a
good way to spend the evening...
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