I
stopped off at Morrisons on my way to work last night. As I stocked
up for the night I saw they were knocking out lemonade in two-litre
bottles for seventeen pence. Seventeen pence !
I
got some - it wasn't *that* bad.
Yesterday
I was somewhat sarcastic about the nice man whose job it is to review
what I'd set up for the August geo-meet. The chap had queried whether
I had selected the right location; I intimated that picnics are
usually held in fields. In retrospect I didn't actually say "dur!"
but I rather implied it. Imagine my embarrassment when someone else
queried the location last night and I realised I was wrong and I'd
actually published directions to the wrong field.
I
grovelled somewhat....
On
my way home this morning I had a rather odd experience. I thought I
might pop in to the pond shop (South View Koi) as it is on my
way home. I turned my car off the road in to the place only to find
it has gone. There is now a fence shop where it once was.
I
phoned them only the other day. I wonder what happened there.
I
came home to find "Furry
Face TM"
was still in bed. He soon got up when he got wind of a walk, and we
went through Bowens Field to the park. OrangeHead was holding court
near the swings; it is amazing how she manages to block the entire
path with her little gang of friends.
With
walk walked "Furry
Face TM"
had his brekkie and I spent half an hour pulling weeds out of the
garden's gravelled areas. As I worked I found a little slow worm.
Fudge found him fascinating.
I
didn't get as much done as I'd hoped, but there is always tomorrow. A
quick shower, then I took myself off to bed.
I
got off to sleep but was woken by the seemingly endless phone calls.
I really should unplug the house phone when I next try to get some
sleep during the day. It's not as though anyone ever rings the
landlline other than people trying to sell us stuff.
I
suppose I got four hours' sleep. I woke to a message from Cheryl
who'd been to the vet's. Apparently they'd cancelled all of my dog's
policies. I phoned them and we had the usual confusion because he was
first registered under Cheryl's name and it is not possible to
transfer him to my name... except that one of the staff tried and
managed it with one of the policies. The nice lady one the phone said
that it would make sense if all the policies were in my name. I took
a deep breath and pointed out that I've been saying that for the
three and a half years that he's been with us.
I've
been trying to pinpoint exactly when he came to stay with us. Looking
back it seems he was shared between "My
Boy TM"
and us on and off for a while; a blog post from July 2012 makes
interesting reading. Did I ever say I
never wanted a dog?
I
then spent a little while making preparations for August's geo-meet
and the new cache series I plan to hide. Bearing in mind how
comprehensively I stuffed up organising a location for a picnic I'd
really better take care on what I'm doing. I wrote a few (twenty)
cache descriptions; the sort of thing to which you'd nortmally never
give a second's thought. A trivial little task that took about an
hour and a half.
I'm
now off to the night shift. Via the vets to sort out this
paperwork...
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