I was woken by my alarn
this morning. An unusual change - I quite liked it. I checked out the
world via social media whilst scoffing brekkie. Little of note had
happened in the global scale of things. Some friends had played games
on line, some had been on holiday, some had argued with others.
Nothing really newsworthy, but I like social media if only to see
that other people are still doing things. After all, at heart I'm a
nosey person.
Today's news was
interesting. The BBC are bringing
back the Clangers. Set on the Moon, the Clangers was a kiddies
show from forty years ago which featured the antics of moon-mousey
things, a dragon and a chicken. Will the re-make work? Somehow I
doubt it, but here's hoping. After all, as I have said before it's
fairly obvious that as a genre television has now done absolutely
everything it possibly can and remakes is the only option left open
to it.
I took the car to the
garage for its belts to be sorted. I have no idea what goes on under
the car's bonnet. Mind you with modern cars there's not really much
that one can do at home with them any more. It's all computer
diagnostics these days. I took "Furry Face TM"
with me, and leaving the car at the garage we walked home through the
park. It was rather cold as we walked.
Home, where I settled
down for half an hour's domestic drudgery. Washing up, hoovering,
laundry. I then spent an hour preparing another Earthcache; this on
on the tides at Dungeness. It has been said that there are far too
many "easy" geocaches round and about. And there are
not enough that involve a little bit of effort. That may be true, but
from my experience of having both sorts of cache for every time a
tricky cache gets found an easy one gets found a dozen times. But
nonetheless I've cobbled another Earthcache together.
The garage phoned. As a
courtesy they had done a free twenty five point check on my car and
had found all sorts of problems. Interestingly when I paid good money
to have the brakes seen to last month, the other garage had only done
the rear brakes even though the front ones probably needed doing at
the same time. So I agreed to have the brakes done. They are rather
important, after all. Similarly the problem with the steering got
fixed too, as did a few broken light bulbs.
I put washing on to the
line, then over a spot of lunch did this week's dinosaur course work.
Today we covered all about what constitutes a species. I got full
marks in the test. And then the phone rang. My car was ready for
collection. For all that the timing belt was done on a special offer,
by the time I'd paid out for all the other problems they'd found, I
was seriously out of pocket.
One of their
recommendations was to replace the front tyres. They could do that
for eighty quid per tyre. In the past All Sparks Tyres have seen me
right for twenty quid per tyre so I went round to see them. They have
closed down. That was useful.
After a little mucking
about I found out about Ashford Tyre Centre, who didn't have any
tyres of the right size. After some more phoning about I found
somewhere who could do me right tomorrow morning. That will have to
do.
I then spent far longer
than I really intended playing "fetch" with "Furry
Face TM" and a tennis ball. I don't think
my dog has quite grasped the concept of "fetch"';
and there is a seriously high attrition rate of tennis balls. To my
mind in a game of fetch" I should throw the ball and the
dog should fetch it. In "Furry Face TM"'s
opinion in a game of fetch" the human should watch
whilst the dog sits on his lap and eats the tennis ball. He actually
told me off every time I managed to get the ball and throw it. I
would say "throw it for him" but I got the distinct
impression that he regarded chasing the ball to be something of a
nuisance.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered. Tonight at the Admiralty where after insults were bandied
we watched Doctor Who. Sylvester (the real) McCoy was never my
favourite Doctor; and it was rather obvious that at the time the BBC
were trying to kill off the show. But watching "Silver
Nemesis" with friends was a really good way to spend an
evening. Must watch more Doctor Who soon...
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