I woke up feeling rather
negative this morning, but was pleased to see my beer had started
fermenting. Over brekkie I checked out social media. There didn't
seem to be much that had changed overnight so once my toast was
(painfully) swallowed I took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk round the park.
We went through Bowens
Field where I once hid a geocache. Yesterdy I had a report that it
was missing. I had a look-see. It was fine. They usually are. From
heere we took the footpath to Viccie Park. That is I took the
footpath. My dog took the cyclepath and ran under the front wheel of
an oncoming cyclist. Dog and bike were fine; and bearing in mind the
cyclist didn't actually end up in the river I don't see what he was
complaining about.
Once at the park I was
pollitely greeted by the Nepalese community. They seem to have
claimed the picnic area by the Hubert fountain as their own and at
most times of the day you will find a gaggle of Ghurkhas there; all
minding their own business. This morning half a dozen of them were
doing keep fit excercises.
We took a detour to avoid
the two old codgers who flatly refuse to stop feeing treats to "Furry
Face TM",. and met up with a friendly grey
dog escorted by a rather fit lady. Wouldn't mind meeting up with them
again(!)
We came home via the
co-op field where my dog caused mayhem with a group of other dogs who
had hitherto been playing "fetch" nicely. Just as we
came to William Road a small child announced loudly to her mother
"Look Mummy it's Fudge" and went on to say that
Fudge was her favourite dog in the world.
Talking of William
Road... Yesterday we noticed that there isn't a house numbered
twenty. There's eighteen and twenty-two, and between them is a space
plenty large enough for a house. I wonder if it got bombed out during
the war. I wonder how a nosey person (such as me) could find
out.
Some days our dog walk is
dull. Today's made a rather eventful start to the morning.
I fed my dog, settled him
down and set off to work maybe a little earlier than I might have
done. I went via Folkestone to see the baby. He's not such the baby
he once was; like all of them he's growning fast. He now stands up
on his own.
I then went to Morrisons
for some apples and bananas, and on to the Cheapo-bargains shop. I
don't go there anywhere near as often as I used to; I quite miss that
place. I didn't really have anything in mind I wanted to buy. I just
wanted a mooch. I walked out scoffing a topic at half the price I
would have paid elsewhere.
I got to work; and having
done some I came home again. A possible geo-wander had been suggested
for Wednesday so I set about solving the required puzzles until "Game
of Thrones" started. I do like that show; I sometimes have
trouble keeping track of which character is which in TV shows. In
"Game of Thrones" it's easy. The stars don't "flop
them out"; only the bit-part players. You can tell how
nudey-dragon-girl's role has increased in importance over the years
from the lessening of the floppings out.
Personally I'm a fan of
floppings out which probably explains a lot of things...
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