I got up a little earlier
than I might have this morning. I was worried about "Furry
Face TM"; he had been so subdued and
quiet last night. After we came home from a rather wet walk yesterday
afternoon he took himself to his basket and didn't move from there
from about 3.30pm through to bed time. I took him out to the garden
for the sort of thing for which dogs go into gardens, but he just
went straight back to his basket. This morning he still seemed quiet
but when I opened the curtains he climbed onto the back of the sofa
and started guarding the house. Something of a result...
I set the washing machine
going, and I had brekkie whilst checking out the Internet. Not a lot
was going on really. I had posted on the Facebook "Geocaching
in Kent" page to see if anyone fancied a stroll today, but
the thread had been somewhat taken over by someone who was making
plans to do a walk I'd already done. I've put up plans for two more
walks thhis week; here's hoping.
I then put washing out on
the line to dry and took my dog for a walk; he'd perked up quite a
bit.
I'd had reports that some
of my geo-hides in the Newtown area needed a little TLC. One was
entirely missing; one was absolutely fine. We came home via the vets
from where I got more flea treatment stuff for "Furry Face
TM". I also got him weighed; he's lost
half a kilogramme since his last weigh-in.
Once home "Furry
Face TM" had his teeth brushed. He diddn't
like that very much. And as he chomped on the bone I'd got him for
his brekkie I took the top box off of my car and put it away. It
would have been easier if I had some help, but I managed. I then
emptied out one of the garden storage boxes. I found a whole gazebo I
never knew we had, and I found a whole load of tent fragments which I
took to the skip together with loads of other assorted rubbish. I was
amazed at just how quick I gathered together a car load of stuff for
the skip.
By now the seccond wash
load was finished so I hung that out and had a spot of lunch whilst
watching "The Last Ship". I liked the first season
but the second season doesn't really seem to be quite as good.
The trouble wiih
post-apocalyptic fiction is that the whole premise is that most of
humanity has died; and it doesn't help that having a military theme
our heroes have a propensity to keep blowing everyone else away. And
so to keep the show going the writers have to keep producing more and
more baddies seemingly out of thin air. It is now beginning to
stretch credibility just a little.
A day's holiday isn't
complete without ironing, and bearing in mind how long it is since I
last did any I then spent about three hours ironing like a thing
possessed. As I ironed I watched a film. "St Elmo's Fire"
is supposed to be iconic. I thought it just dragged on too much.
I then got the last of
the stuff from the weekend's garden party put away. Or that was my
plan. The gazebo poles were full of rain water, so I've had to leave
the poles out to drain overnight.
By the time "Upstairs
Downstairs" came on I was feeling as though I needed a
break. I thought I'd rerward myself with a cup of coffee and a
Belgian bun. After fifteen minutes of searching it turned out that
"er indoors TM" had scoffed the
bun for her brekkie.
By the time "er
indoors TM" got home from work I was
feeling quite worn out. We had burgers for tea; there's a few of
those to be eaten up. "er indoors TM"
is off bowling now. She don't know about the chocloate eclairs I
found in the fridge...
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