"Daddies Little Angel TM" arrived shortly after brekkie and we took the dogs on a walk. Out through South Willesborough, under the bypass and off to the top end of Park Farm. It was cold, but surprisingly non-muddy. Fudge behaved himself off of the lead, amazingly un-fazed by the sheep in the next field. From Park Farm we investigated that bridleway I found last week. It turned out to be a disappointment.
As we came down
Kingsnorth hill we saw a familiar face coming up – “The Man
with No Alias” (patent pending) was having a day off and having
taken his car for service and MOT was on his way home. We bandied
insults for a few moments and then carried on with our walk. It would
have been good to have followed a favourite footpath of mine across
the south of Ashford and continued into Great Chart, but that would
have been risking serious mud so instead we came home a rather more
direct route.
We spent five minutes
pulling faces through the Rear Admiral’s office window as we walked
past, but he didn’t notice us.
Once home I did some
homework, and did more household accounts. And seeing how many bank
and credit card statements I had I thought that perhaps I might shred
some of the older ones. In my enthusiasm I blocked the shredder.
Unblocking it is a simple enough task – it comes apart once a few
screws have been undone. In retrospect unplugging the thing from the
mains might have been a good idea; I’d forgotten what an electric
shock felt like.
Being short of r-swipe I
popped round to Tesco to get some. For some inexplicable reason the
cheapo brand r-swipe was the same price as the expensive executive
brand toilet tissue. So I got the poncey stuff for a change.
Last week I bought a
bottle of the cheap red wine. It wasn’t bad for £3.50 a bottle.
Despite last week’s budget having put 10p on the price of a bottle
of wine, today the same stuff was only £3.20. So I got another
bottle of it.
Once
"er
indoors TM"
came home we set about the dog. The vet had told us to brush his
teeth periodically. I held him whilst she scrubbed. And he was as
good as gold; just sitting still whilst we scrubbed his fangs.
I
was reminded of brushing the teeth of "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
and "My
Boy TM"
when they were small(er).
Neither wanted their teeth brushing; both tried to bite me.
And
as I recall, both succeeded...
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