I slept in till gone7am
this morning. I was still feeling grim. Mind you nowhere near as grim
as er indoors TM" has turned. She’s
not well at all. I suggested she should phone in to work to say she
was sick, but she went in to work regardless.
I put the collar and lead
onto my little dog and we went for a small walk down to Park Farm,
back up to the Ashford Orbital park and home again. It was really
foggy as we started, but the day brightened as we went. Once in Park
Farm we stopped off near the top for the day’s geocache. It would
have been daft not to. “Gunners” is one I went for a week
or so ago and couldn’t find. Over the weekend I read that others
had gone for it and failed to find it. Today I saw the thing right
away. It was obvious. Truly obvious. I saw it from fifty yards away.
I say “fifty yards” because I measured the distance.
On the way home my dog
did his signature move of rolling in fox poo. I wasn’t cross. It
wasn’t that long ago that he was too ill to go for a walk, and I’m
so pleased that he is well enough to roll in the dung. My piss did
boil as we came to the river by Asda. Someone had thrown a sofa into
the river. Why? In order to throw a sofa into the river at that point
someone would have had to carry it for several hundred yards. In fact
lugging the sofa would have had to have been a team effort. Surely
there would have been easier and more environmentally-friendly places
to throw a sofa?
And so home. As I got
within yards of home I saw a chap struggling to control his dog as he
walked down the path toward me. On seeing me the fellow started
shouting orders at me directing me away from him and his dog. The dog
didn’t seem to be aggressive in any way; just seeming to want to
pull its owner about. The chap loudly announced that he was going to
get out of the way, and that I should cross the road and pass them on
the other side of the road. He got out of the way by going into my
front garden and standing in the middle of it; shouting orders at me
as he did so.
I (and my dog and his
dog) ignored him completely as I walked up my front path,
unlocked the door and went in.
Over a spot of lunch I
watched the last instalment of Brideshead Revisited. I always thought
it was a shame that Charles never married Julia. Was he really gay? I
never thought so. And did he really get religion in the end? The
commentaries on the book think so.
After lunch I spent a
little time on my next presentation to the astro club. At the end of
the month I shall be ranting about what a load of rubbish comets are.
I tried to upload to my blog archive, but the software was having a
sulk. I shall try again later. And I had a look at the household
accounts. I wish I hadn’t. I then intended to spend a few minutes
on Wherigo software. I actually spent a few hours. ANd with er
indoors TM" off bowling I continued my
"Jeremy Irons on the telly" theme by watching him in
the film of "Lolita". A good film; even if it was
about an hour too long...
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