A surprisingly good
night's sleep, but a disaster at brekkie. With enough jam to feed an
army (provided an army would be content with four jars of jam)
we had no marmalade. I like marmalade on my peanut butter in the
morning; today I had to rough it with jam. Just jam on toast. No
peanut butter with the jam - that would be silly.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" and Sid arrived. They had an
errand to run, and then would be looking after the burger van for
five minutes whilst "Jimmy Fingers" ran an errand of
his own. After an hour I got bored of waiting for them, and drove
down to the van. After another half an hour Jimmy returned and we set
off on our own errand. Rather than sending a cheque to pay for the
astro club's hall hire fees I thought I'd pay in cash. That way I am
saved a trip to the bank to pay in cash, and I am saved the job of
chasing round for signatures for a cheque.
The nice lady to whom I
gave the cash had a husband who was rather good with watercolours,
and we spent a little while talking art. And then we took advantage
of a glorious day and being in the countryside to take the dogs for a
walk somewhere different. We had a minor hiccup driving to our
starting point, but having driven in circles for a few times we
eventually found somewhere to park. We then had a lovely walk across
fields and woodlands to High Halden. I had hoped for a crafty pint in
the pub before we walked back, but the pub had closed down again, so
we walked back thirsty.
Once home "Daddies
Little Angel TM" set off on a mission. We
hadn't walked that far this morning, so I took my dog and walked him
up to Little Burton Farm and back. And once back I went for another
walk round Coleman's Wood and back - it was too lovely a day to be
in.
I had planned to spend
the evening catching up with ironing. I didn't. Perhaps I did too
much walking today; I just slobbed in front of the telly...
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