"er
indoors TM" woke me at quarter to
midnight. She'd been to look at the pond and seen the top of the
filter box had been knocked off. Consequently water wasn't being
filtered and returned to the pond but was pouring away. By the time
she'd seen the problem the pond was three quarters empty.
This
has never happened before in nine years of pond-ing. The obvious
answer is that "Furry Face TM" got
tangled in the cable when chasing cats. The cable is about
small-dog-chest-height because the new cable is shorter than the old
one. And this is why I was in B&Q buying stuff to connect
electrical cables (to make it longer) yesterday.
By
the time I'd run out the hosepipe it was well past midnight. We stood
watching water trickle out of the hose for five minutes, then wet
back to bed.
If
only I'd made that cable longer bd buried it in the shigle yesterday
evening like I'd planned to do... Mind you I have speculated on
giving the pond a change of water. If nothing else that is one job
less to do.
Surprisingly
I then slept through until after 7am. I got up to see that the pond
was filling well. I then spent a couple of minutes making mental
notes of what I might take to the tip later. And my dog then tiddled
on each and every item I planned to take to the tip. I suppose he
thinks he's being helpful.
Over
brekkie I then carried on with with some geo-puzzles. Having wasted
no end of brain-ache on vignere ciphers last night I suddenly
realised (when I was told!) that cistercian and subsitiution
was the way forward. After seriously straining my brain I finally
ended up with the same decoding that Jo had got. I'm not saying we've
got it right, but at least we are both wrong in the same way. So
flushed with success I carried on decoding for a few minutes as I
scoffed my toast until "My Boy TM"
phoned. He'd seen the photos of pond disaster on Facebook, and he was
instrumental in digging the pond all those years ago.
I took "Furry Face TM" for his morning walk; as we went we met "Daddies Little Angel TM" 's old friend Kevin and his dog. We also met a Dalmation who Fudge tried to hump, and we met a furry little thing with an injured paw. This dog has his front foot bodged up in a makeshift bandage and his owner warned us of broken glass near the KFC. I must admit I'm too concerned about my dog getting hold of stray chicken bones near the KFC to worry about glass; I shall pay more attention in future.
Just
as this dog's owner was trying to claim the vet had charged three
hundred quid just to bandage up the foot, both dogs started playing
and the bandage fell off.
I
beat a hasty retreat.
Once
home I emptied my car of the tat which has accumulated in it over the
last few weeks and then loaded up garden rubbish to take to the tip.
The smelly part of the old filter went, as did the rotten garden
edgings and the light fitting which blew our fuses the other day.
I
saw the pond was full so I turned off the tap. That took nine hours
to fill. I left home leaving the filter running, wondering what I
might come home to.
And
so to the tip. As usual the people emptying their rubbish were
bumbling about with no regard for anyone else, and the tip staff were
looking down on everyone with utter contempt. Some things rarely
change; Ashford's tip is one of them.
I
then drove on to Bybrook Barn garden centre. I wanted some beach
shingle; they only did coloured stones. So I drove out to Chartham
garden centre. Thirty quid for six bags of shingle... this garden
lark isn't cheap. As Ark Aquatics was there I got some finer filter
mesh for the new filter. I had planned on a cuppa and a bit of cake,
but time was short.
It
was at this point that I realised I'd left my sandwiches at home so I
made a flying visit to Morrisons and arrived at work one minute late.
I
did my bit, and came home to find "er indoors TM"
had got the hairdresser in. So I sat about for over an hour waiting
for the hairdresser to finish... I'd vaguely speculated on going to
the midnight showing of the new Star Trek film. Hairdresser seemed to
think this was pehaps the craziest sugestion in the history of the
universe.
I
don't think she gets out much...
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