I've
come to the conclusion that my insomnia is in some way connected to
the need to get up promptly the next morning. So with nothing
pressing planned for today, why was I awake before 3am?
Over
brekkie I saw a trailer
for the new Star Trek film. It looks absolutely dreadful. I do
hope I'm wrong. I also saw that the article I submitted for
publication yesterday has
been accepted. I'm not sure the title is geographically spot on
(as Rye is in Sussex), but other than that I'm quite pleased
with how it's been turned out.
With
my Ham Street Lover indisposed (best not to ask) I was at
something of a loose end today. So to begin with I thought I'd do
some exploring. A few months ago I found a way to get from South
Willesborough to Park Farm going under the bypass. So far I'd only
ever walked along as far as a footbridge and then turned off. Today
me and Fudge followed the path all the way to the end where it joins
a new housing estate. A route which is crying out for a series of
geocaches...
Whilst
we walked I let Furry Face off the lead. He was fine until he found
some fox poo, and whilst rolling in it he got himself tangled in an
errant carrier bag. I did laugh. Silly pup.
It
was odd that he was ensnared by a Morrisons bag when the nearest
branch of Morrisons is fifteen miles away.
We
were out walking for a couple of hours. Once home I hosed the fox poo
off of the dog and made a start in the garden. Normally I make a
point of refusing to do anything in the garden before Easter, but
this year I felt I couldn't leave it any longer. I scooped up all the
dog poo and flushed it down the chodbin. In several flushes. I've
been scurrying dog dung from the garden regularly these last few
months and was amazed at how much I'd missed. I then mowed the lawn
as it was getting rather long. Just a quick scalping to be getting on
with - I'll make it look prettier next time.
Whilst
I was mowing Fudge disgraced himself. He was not content with woofing
at next door's dogs who were peering over the fence. He started
hurling himself at the fence, and actually broke it. I went mental at
him - and I could tell he'd understood that he'd been bad. He spent
the next hour being incredibly clingy and with his ears right back he
looked really sheepish and didn't react to next door's dogs at all
fir the rest of the day.
I'm
left wondering if he hurls himself at the fence every time when I
think he's just outside having a download. Maybe he needs to be
supervised when in the garden, or maybe we need to fence off the yard
so he can't get further down?
With
the gardening done I came in and had a cuppa. And found I had another
problem. It would seem that my chodbin wasn't up to the excessive
amount of Fudge's fudge I'd attempted to flush and I'd inadvertently
blocked it. It was as well I had time on my hands, and I wasted five
minutes clearing the toilet. It works now - thank heavens.
And
seeing how today was a day's holiday I did ironing.. With ironing
done I washed up and hoovered and sorted my smalls.
I
must love it...
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