One of the many
depressing things about getting older is the increasing need for
trips to the loo in the middle of the night. Until we got our most
recent house guest I wouldn't turn on any of the lights in the house
as I made my way to "Trap One"; now I dare not walk
in the dark. I was right to turn the lights on last night; there was
a turd right in the way. Whilst I can't be sure which of the wolf
pack dropped it I have my suspicions.
I couldn't get back to
sleep after that. Despite my CPAP machine's best efforts I couldn't
breathe, and I lay awake until 6.30am when "er indoors TM"s
alarm went off. She was on an away-day with the candle-mongers and I
got up shortly after she did. At least when being up I could actually
breathe.
Over brekkie I read an
article on the South
Ashford Community Forum Facebook group. There are plans afoot to
develop some local wasteland. This will involve building over six
hundred new homes and some shops and a parking area and stuff. The
plans are to build on land which has been left derelict for over ten
years. It is a good plan too breathe new life into an eyesore.
However there are
objections from locals. Victoria Road School is not that far away,
and some people really do seem to think that building homes in the
general area of a school will attract paedophiles. So (according
to these stupid people) the obvious answer to this potential
problem is not to put windows on the sides of these buildings that
face the school.
You really couldn’t
make this up. Many of the children who go to this school walk past my
house in the morning. Presumably I should keep the curtains pulled
until 9am in case I see a child and am gripped by unholy urges?
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" and "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" came
round. We drove down to Tenterden for a little walk. Normally on a
Sunday I would go for a really big walk, but a combination of "er
indoors TM" being off doing her thing and
a *really* cold day made me opt for something of a lazy day
today. We needed to walk the dogs, so I though once up and down
Tenterden High Street would fit the bill. As we walked "Daddies
Little Angel TM" ranted about the futility
of fish as pets, and we went into "The Secret Pantry"
for coffee and cake.
They gave us some warm
milk for "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM;
I'm not quite sure how he managed it but he nearly drowned in the
stuff. Whilst our coffee was acceptable, the cake was rather crap.
Neither of us was sure what flavour it was supposed to be. But we
were sure that whatever flavour the cake was supposed to be, it
didn't taste of it. Two slices of rather rubbish cake and a nearly
drowned baby cost over eight quid. I shan't be going there again.
As we walked I found one
geocache (today was a calendar day) and failed to find two
others. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
claimed she saw snow flakes; I didn't but it was certainly cold
enough for them.
We came home, and being
"home alone" I got myself some KFC as a treat and
(having devoured it) fell asleep in front of the telly for
much of the afternoon; waking only to deal with the demands of the
washing machine and dishwasher. "You Only Live Twice"
gave way to "Bicentennial Man" and was followed by
"War and Peace"; I slept through the lot.
Much as I quite liked my
lazy day I couldn't do it that often - I'd go stir crazy.
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