I’d been expecting the
most recent fruit of my loin today. She showed up eventually, and we
set off walking the pups. As we do. Today we thought we’d try a
different route. We usually go through the park, and we find
ourselves making polite conversation with the nice Irish chap, trying
not to fight with Mr Angry, and trying not to poke fun at "Orange
Head and her Little Stocky Chum." (Patent Pending).
Instead we walked up past
the station, along the back roads onto Hythe Road, and then totally
mistaking right for left went a mile in the wrong direction. Oh how
we laughed when we found the motorway rather than Arden Drive.
Whilst we were walking
along the paths by the Stour Centre we met up with a gaggle of
retired people coming the other way. One of whom waved at me, warmly
greeted me, and asked after me. She clearly knew who I was, and knew
all about me. I wonder who she was.
Eventually we made our
way home, and leaving "Daddies Little Angel TM"
to supervise the hounds I popped round to B&Q. My wellies had
developed a major leak, and the kitchen light had gone squafty. B&Q
had replacement wellies, but didn’t have fluorescent light tubes in
the right size. In fact the nice man was under the impression that
they don’t make light tubes that thick any more. So I thought I’d
try Wickes – the old tube had their name on the side so I’d
clearly got it from there. I asked the woman behind the counter if
they had the tubes I was after. She clearly couldn’t care less.
Fortunately a passing builder knew which tube I needed. I bought the
tube on his advice; it would have been rude not to have done so. But
I would be very loathe to shop in Wickes again after the attitude I
received today.
It was with a sense of
relief that I got the new tube into place and found it worked.
Feeling I should have a break and a cuppa I was amazed to find it was
mid-day, so I made myself a sarnie, and cracked on with some more
writing – a review of the geocaching to be had on the Kent-Sussex
border. I wonder if this article will be accepted. I hope so - it
took long enough to write.
Meanwhile in another
plane of reality there
has been a budget. The Chancellor of the Exchequer has said he
won’t put up fuel prices in September. Whilst I’m pleased about
that, realistically he needs to reduce the prices quite
substantially. He’s also reduced the price of a pint of beer by a
penny. That’s good of him. But all the time I can make the stuff
for less than a tenth of the price of what it costs in the pubs, I
don’t think he’s winning my vote any day soon.
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