I woke up in desperate
need of the loo at 3am (it's an "old man" thing) and
was surprised at just how cold the house was. However there was a
reason for it; the back door was wide open. I went round the house
and had a quick roll-call. All were present, I coouldn't see any
burglars, and presumably no one was in the back garden so I closed
and locked the door.
I didn't really get back
to sleep after that. I lay awake listening to "er indoors
TM" snoring before finally getting up at
7am. I spent a little while learning how to operate the auto-focus on
my phone's camera, then carried on pruning the list of people I
follow on social media. Much as I like the entire concept of "social
media" it only really works for me if actually know the
person who is spouting twaddle. Whenever I look on-line so often I
find myself wondering exactly who all these people are.
The plan for today had
been to take a day's annual leave to help "Daddies Little
Angel TM" move house. To cut a very long
and convoluted story short she didn't move today. So beaing in mind
that last year I lost holiday where I didn't use it all, I decided to
carry on taking today as holiday.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for his morning constitutional.
As we walked we saw Jimbo driving to work so I shouted abuse (as
one does) only to find it wasn’t Jimbo; it was some random
little old lady. Woops (!)
We
walked out as far as Park Farm, replaced a missing geocache, and came
home via some fox poo in Willesborough Dykes. That dog hadn’t been
off the lead for more than a minute before he’s smothered himself
in the foul-smelling muck.
We
cut short our walk and came straight home. Bath time !! But despite
vigourous and prolonged scrubbing he remained a tad whiffy all day.
I
was about to do the monthly accounts when the phone rang. Someone
whose name clearly wasn’t Kevin (as he claimed) demanded to
be told how my name was pronounced. He spelled my name out;
"c-o-l-q-u-o-n" then got quite aggressive when I
told him this wasn’t my name. I wasted ten minutes of his time
before hanging up on him.
I
set about the monthly accounts and on seeing that no payments had
been taken for the buildings and contents insurance since September I
gave the company a ring. The nice lady (Nikki) was very
helpful; payments were due to start again next month. But when she
checked our data there was a problem. Because we live within four
hundred metres of a river our current insurer won’t touch us. The
nice lady said she’d get back to us… after an hour she did.
Because
some twit at the Environment Agency claims we live in an area with a
high risk of flooding our monthly building and contents insurance
premiums have been doubled.
A day's holiday is never
complete without ironing; if nothing else I got to try out my new
ironing board cover today. Quite sexy if you like that sort of thing.
As I ironed I watched a film. "Rise of the Footsoldier"
is a rather violent film about drug gangs in Essex. I quite liked it;
I thought I'd give it a go as the sequel is coming out soon and there
is talk of "My Boy TM" taking his
old man to the cinema.
As I watched, my phone
beeped. A message. The judging of the vegetable nativity had taken
place and the winner announced. It was us! Our team had won! Result
!! It was only a shame I coldn't have been there for the victory.
With ironing done I spent
an hour or so working on my new Wherigo, and once I was Wheri-ed out
I sorted my undercrackers whilst watching "Upstairs
Downstairs"; far more genteel than "Rise of the
Footsoldier". So much so that I doozed off only to be woken
by "er indoors TM" coming home
from work.
We downed a rather good
bottle of plonk over a rather good bit of dinner. "er indoors
TM" does boil up a decent bit of scran...
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