I had a great time
yesterday but the physical excertions have taken their toll. I was
suffering somewhat today. My right foot and right elbow are rather
sore and aching. And the lump on my head is rather painful,
There are those who
would say that being fifty-two (and one sixth) is too old to
be scambling about in rivers getting my pants soaking wet. They may
have a point... but I don't see me stopping doing this sort of thing
any time soon.
Whatever happened to my
rubber dingy? I shall need that soon (and when the tide is right).
I spent a little while
messing about on the Internet as I scoffed brekkie, then I popped the
lead onto "Furry Face TM" and we
went out to meet "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
. She wanted to go on a walk past the bakery; I wasn’t going to
argue with her. Suitably equipped with cake we walked out to
Singleton Lake and back through Viccie Park. As we walked "Daddies
Little Angel TM" had a phone call. Sam had
taken Buster (the big dog) to the vets. Sam wasn’t happy
because the vets wanted a sample of his poop. I don’t see that as a
big deal, but then I suppose I am used to that sort of thing.
Once home I got out the
shears and cut back more of the greenery which was overflowing the
garden fence. Every time I go near that fence I expect our
“delightful” neighbour to appear; ranting and frothing at
the mouth. But there was no sign of him.
I then nipped up to the
corner shop to get a sandwich for lunch. As I scoffed it I watched a
film I’d recorded a few nights ago. “The
Divide” was utter rubbish. I turned it off half way through
and thought I might carry on in the garden. I loaded up loads of
garden rubbish and took a car full of tat to the tip, then came home
and mowed the lawn. The lawn mower collapsed at one point. I *think*
I’ve bodged it back together; time will tell.
And having got the garden
into a semblance of tidiness I set up the garden lounger, got myself
a tin of lemonade, and slobbed about in the garden until it got too
cold to stay out there.
I quite enjoyed that; I
should do it more often.
Normally on a Tuesday the
clans would gather, but what with Matt having the lurgy plans were
put on hold. "er indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good beefburger and we washed it down with a
bottle of plonk whilst watching bake-off.
But I still ache...
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