With no bread for my
morning toast I popped over the road to the local shop to get some.
Not only was it thirty pence more expensive than Tesco, their stuff
wasn't at all fresh - verging almost onto being stale. And people
wonder why the general public prefer supermarkets over smaller
establishments.
But even stale bread can
make good toast. Or it could given a good toaster. I think ours is
on the way out. It has two settings. One slightly warms the bread,
the other incinerates it.
I took Fudge for his
morning constitutional. Last Thursday I'd taken him down to Park Farm
to look for a recently hidden geocache. After half an hour's
searching last week I'd given up. Today, after a silly episode in
which I nearly fell in the river, I found the cache almost
immediately. We then carried on with our walk. We found a discarded
supermarket trolley about half a mile from Tesco's. Whoever had
dumped it had carried it over a fence and across several hundred
yards of field to leave it where it was. Whatever possesses people
to do that? We carried on through Park Farm to a new estate that
"Daddies
Little Angel TM"
has dubbed "Legoland".
She's not wrong in her description. The estate is on it's own with
nothing around it, and the houses (in
all honesty)
look as though they are made of Lego.
As we walked by the river
I remembered Fudge's swimming episode of the other week, but
nevertheless I let him off the lead. He made a bee-line to the river
and I heard a plop. And another plop. The frogs seemed to be
bothering him.
We
eventually made our way home past "Pets
at Home"
where I popped in and asked about whether or not Furry Face should be
having milk. Opinion was vague. She wouldn't advise it because some
dogs are lactose intolerant and it might give them the two bob bits.
I explained that he's been having it for some time and all has been
fine. Their reply was non-committal. I've since done an Internet
search and it seems that the best way to find out if your dog is
lactose intolerant is to give him some and see if he gets the squits.
I've done that experiment already.
I shall carry on giving
him a small bowl of milk in the morning. The milky goodness is good
for him, and I like to see him drink anything which isn't murky muddy
water.
And so home. Finally with
some fine weather I got into the garden and hung out Fudge's bedding
which had been washing whilst we were walking. More laundry went into
the washing machine whilst I mowed the lawn and mucked out the pond's
fish poo filter. The pond has been reactivated after its winter
sleep; a month later than it was last year. I also turned on all the
water features to give them a run through. Fudge
had quite a bit to say about my large fountain. I can't believe
I've not used it to wind him up before.
More laundry onto the
line, more laundry into the washing machine, and after a quick spot
of lunch I went to the hospital to visit. There was someone with a
kidney infection who needed cheering up. There was a minor mishap
when I realised I'd left her get well card in the car, but she seemed
in good spirits, if in a bit of pain. I stayed for a couple of hours,
but really had to come home. Dull domestic chores don't finish
themselves, you know. I eventually finished dull domestic trivia
shortly after 6pm. Amazing how long it takes to just fiddle about.
Steve and Sarah called
round to collect the barrel of mild for the weekend. I was rather
pleased with how last week's mild turned out. I have high hopes for
this next batch...
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