I spent a rather
frustrating five minutes this morning trying to find the remote
controller for the DVD machine. It eventually came to light
(literally) after I extricated it from inside the sofa. Every
household gadget these days has a remote control without which you
can't operate them. Which is fine until *someone* shoves them
inside the sofa. I have my suspicions who the guilty party might
be...
The original plan for the
day had me going off to Chatham's historic dockyards. However last
weekend's mishaps effectively put paid to going Chatham-wards; having
spent all the Chatham budget on a new car battery and phone memory
card.
Instead we went round to
see "My
Boy TM"
who was having new lights fitted in the hallway, courtesy of
Hosey-Tek. The ground floor lights were good, but the ones for
upstairs needed bulbs so I went round to B&Q with the first fruit
of my loin to get batteries. And then on to Asda for the makings of
lunch.
Whilst
in Asda we had a phone call. We didn't need the light bulbs as the
light fitting was knacked and had to go back to the shop. So we
returned the light bulbs to B&Q. The nice lady in the shop said
they operated a refund policy for anything brought back within forty
five days. We'd had the light bulbs for about forty five minutes.
Back to base, a quick
sausage baguette, and then we went to Folkestone for a walk about.
Meeting "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
and Sid by the harbour we wandered up to the coastal park for a
mooch, then back to the harbour for cockles and a stroll on the beach
before going back to see Jose. We had a go on his 3-D TV. Very nice.
And
so home. With er indoors TM"
off out flogging candles, me and Fudge were left to our own devices.
The dog seems to have perked up since yesterday, but he still smells
odd. I think he's been eating Parma Violets. I wonder if he can smell
it too. Perhaps the odd smell is the reason why he rolled in fox poo
then jumped in the river during our walk this evening. Rolling in fox
poo is something I've come to expect from Fudge, but jumping in the
river is new.
There
is a stretch of land we regularly walk along. Fenced on one side;
river on the other. He regularly runs along this path off of the lead
because he can't get through the fence and the river has always acted
as a barrier to him and he has never, ever, swum.
Tonight
we found out he can swim.
For
no reason at all he leapt into the river, swam straight across,
climbed up the other side and charged off into the wild blue yonder.
A few minutes before this episode we had been doing whistle training
so (in panic and desperation)
I blew the whistle. It worked. He stopped dead, turned round and
charged back to me. However when he reached the river he pulled an
emergency stop and looked at me. I could see the amazement and
confusion on his face. Where had all that water come from? He then
ran up and down the river bank in panic. Somehow I got his attention
and ran myself. He followed, and once at a bridge we were re-united.
If ever a dog looked relieved it was Furry Face.
I didn't need to put him
back on the lead - he stayed by my side from then on.
And so home. Bath time
for both of us, and as I type this blog entry the dog snores are
louder than the television...
In closing I would point
out to any geocachers who might be reading that there might just be a
new puzzle cache going live locally. "Maelstrom #3"
shouldn't be that difficult...
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