I have often mentioned
that God laughs when we make plans. Today was always going to be
dull. So I'd resigned myself to using the day to get the housework
done. Yesterday I'd got the lawn ready for mowing (at not
inconsiderable effort) only to find that it had rained overnight
and the grass was soaking wet. After a spot of brekkie I took wet
laundry to the washing line to get it dry only to find it was still
raining. The next job was Fudge's walk - which neither of us would
enjoy in the rain. So I consulted the weather forecast (I know!)
which predicted that the rain would have stopped by 10am. It was time
for a judicious rethink of the day's plans. If I did the tip run and
supermarket shopping first....?
So that's what I did.
Round to the tip. At the moment Ashford has a temporary tip whilst
the proper one is being refurbished. I had an old florescent light
tube that I needed to get rid of. I asked the chap at the tip which
bin it should go in. The twonk informed me that the "tip
facilities are unable to process florescent light tubes at the
present juncture until the new facilities are working down the road
like". There's nothing quite like truly stupid people trying
to sound official. I asked the idiot where I might find alternate
facilities. He told me that "they can be found at most retail
shops like supermarkets", so I stuck it in with the glass
recycling at Sainsburys. I hope that was the right thing to do. If it
wasn't then I'm sorry, but would it have hurt the council to have
employed someone who might have been helpful.
Home,
and I took Fudge for a walk. I'd had a report that one of the
geocaches
I'd hidden had gone. Two days ago I got a message "Cache
had been destroyed. Found the remnants and disposed of".
Today we went to have a look-see. The cache was exactly where it was
supposed to be. I wonder what that message was all about? Feeling
flushed at having found that where it was supposed to be we went down
to Park Farm to look for a cache that Lisa had hidden a week ago, and
completely failed to find it. And so we came home. As we walked so I
noticed that I'd developed a blister.
A spot of lunch, and
seeing that the lawn was still too wet for mowing I attacked the
ironing. There was a lot of it. As I ironed I watched a film I'd
recorded onto the Sky-Plus box. I've always been a fan of
post-apocalyptic fiction, but I was disappointed. "Contagion"
was probably one of the worst films I've ever seen. I don't know why,
but I watched it to the bitter end. I wish I hadn't. With that over I
resorted to Babylon 5 DVDs to keep me amused whilst I finished the
ironing. And with undercrackers and socks sorted I then stitched up
the hole that I'd ripped into my troosers last week, before tidying
up and hoovering round. Hoovering with a Dyson.
Some days are dull. Today
wasn't riveting, but I didn't have time to get bored...
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