The dogs sneaked upstairs
in the night again. I wish they wouldn't. I can cope with "Furry
Face TM" and his fidgetting; it is Sid's
snoring that *really* disturbs me.
I gave up trying to sleep
shortly after 7am and got up. I was expecting social media to be
crawling with spoilers about the Star Wars film that came out last
night. Surprisingly it wasn't. I was pleased about that.
Mind you (at the risk
of appearing to be an old sourpuss) I'm getting a little fed up
with hearing about it. I've said so a few times and this has met with
genuine surprise. So many people have asked me why I'm not raving
about the new Star Wars film - "after all you like Star Trek"
is the standard response. That is akin to wondering why a fan of West
Ham United isn't interested in the exploits of the Kent cricket team
because it is all sport.
I took my brother to see
the first three Star Wars films (when they first came out) and
wasn't impressed. I've only seen the next three once only, and slept
through most of them.
Don't get me wrong - if
anyone likes the genre then I sincerely hope they like the films. But
I have no interest in them.
"er indoors TM"
had plans for a haircut this morning so I put the lead on to "Furry
Face TM" and took him out to Great Chart.
I had some geocaches to hide. I didn't take Sid as I thought it might
be too muddy for him. It was. The mud was *very* thick and
deep. Shoulder-deep on Fudge in places. But we got the caches out.
Job done.
We came home to find
visitors. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
was on the sofa and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction
TM" was wreaking havoc with a salt
cellar. I hosed the mud from my dog then scoffed the burnt cheese on
toast she'd boiled up. They then set off to visit friends, and "er
indoors TM" came home complete with new
haircut. I'm not sure how much she spent on it; in all honesty it
doesn't really look any different to how it was before, but what do I
know?
We then went on a little
drive to Surrey to the bowling ball shop. She wanted a new ball, and
the place in Surrey drills out the holes to custom-fit the ball to
your hand. This is the fifth ball she's had; they don't seem to last
that long.
We came home, and because
it is nearly Christmas we went out for dinner. We've been to the
Honest Miller in Brook a few times. Thursday night is steak night. I
rarely have steak when I eat out but this was really good. And the
trifle for dessert wasn't too shabby at all (to quote the first
fruit of my loins). Both were washed down with a couple of pints
of rather good ale. And they gave us a voucher for twenty five per
cent off the price of our next visit. I will definately be going
back.
Mind you (like many
pubs) this place really does decide what it wants to be. On the
one hand was fine dining. On the other hand was drunken harpies
shrieking at each other. Drunken shrieking is only acceptable when
I'm the one doing the shrieking.
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