I woke early with no need
to be up early. So I got up, had a shave and went back to bed where I
fell into a very deep sleep and had a dream that I was being
seriously savaged by my dog. It was so unnerving. Partly because I
don’t think my dog would ever savage me, but mostly because it
hurt. Physically. I really thought it was really happening because I
could feel his teeth ripping into my right hand. I must have reacted
strongly in my dream to this because I suddenly found myself sitting
bolt upright in bed, nursing my right hand which now didn’t hurt at
all. I’ve never felt pain in a dream before.
Needless to say I didn’t
get back off to sleep after that little episode.
After a spot of brekkie I
took "Furry Face TM" for a walk.
We went down to Frog’s Island where we went here, there and thither
before concealing my fourth Wherigo hide. Whilst we were out I saw
that the sofa is still in the river. Someone has taken the trouble to
turn the thing up the right way. I can’t help but wonder who is
going to take a seat in the river, but what do I know?
We came home via the vets
where the staff are coming to recognise us. The vet suggested that
when we are out we might walk in to the surgery, sit for a bit and
then go again just so FF gets the idea that the vets is just one of
the places we regularly visit. The idea is that he won’t associate
the place as being somewhere he goes only for injections and fingers
up his bum.
As we walked we bumped
into an old mucker. It was good to catch up – we should do that
more often.
Home; where I then
checked emails. One caught my eye; the life assurance I’d recently
taken out wasn’t what I really needed. I had this idea that I
should have a policy to pay for a funeral. That way I would feel
justified in leaving instructions for when I croak. Funerals cost a
fortune, and if I was paying for someone else’s one, I’d want to
do it the way *I* wanted to do it. So I had this plan that if
I was footing the bill I could call the shots. I will say what those
shots are another time; I digress…
Anyway, it turned out
that the policy I had would only cover me up to the age of eighty; if
I lived past that age it wouldn’t pay out. That’s no good to me;
I want a policy which will stump up regardless of when I go. I’ve
got one now.
Another email made me
chuckle. Yesterday I mentioned I’d organised a meet-up for
geocachers. The event will be an evening’s stargazing. Today I had
a message from a caching chap who cannot come to the evening, and
asked me (in all seriousness) if I might reprise the event
during daylight hours.
Yesterday I also
mentioned that I was working on a seventh cache type. I spent a
little while on that project today before lunch.
Over lunch I watched more
of “The Charmer” and then tidied up a little, did the
washing up, took out the recycling, hoovered (with a Dyson!)
and then ironed eight shirts. I then spent some more time working on
the presentation I’m giving to the astro club in a couple of weeks.
It’s supposed to be a light hearted educational and informative
lecture on comets. At the moment it’s more of a bigoted rant. I
think it needs a little fine-tuning.
With er indoors TM"
home we sat down and caught up with the goings-on at Downton Abbey.
Shocking !!
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