I was rather late crawling out of my pit
this morning; I ached from the fencing work yesterday. Dog breakfast was
entertaining; the puppy has decided that the biscuit bowl is now a toy. She now
drags the bowl around the living room and has taken to chewing lumps out of it.
Just as I sat to scoff my toast we got
the news that Jose had a hangover. I smiled. Despite the copious quantities I
consumed last night my head was rather clear. Mind you I had enough pain from
the aching.
I checked the Internet as I had brekkie.
Ongoing Facebook squabbles seemed to have quietened down overnight. I’m getting
rather sick of Facebook squabbles; they *always*
take the same format. One protagonist has a grievance about something another
has done. However rather than saying “I am
unhappy because…”, they say “I hate
you” and the whole thing descends into bitter nastiness. The original
problem remains unresolved on one side and a mystery to the other. I’m getting
a little fed up with the squabbling.
However on a more positive note, emails
told me of a new geo-series in the general vicinity of Sevenoaks. That may well
be a plan for next Sunday; I spent a few minutes solving geo-puzzles in the
area (just in case).
With a few minutes to spare I did the
monthly accounts. There is no denying that not having done any night or weekend
shifts (with enhanced payments) for a
while has left me short. And an MOT and a broken fence have also made a dent in
the finances. But I expect I will survive; after all what is money for if not to
squander foolishly?
We set off for Hastings where we
collected mother-in law, and then drove on to Eastbourne to meet sister-in-law.
There was a minor hiatus whilst we cleared up puppy vomit (Treacle gets travel-sick), but we were soon back on schedule.
Whilst everyone else pored over the paperwork from the solicitors following
father-in-law’s death I took the dogs for a walk through Princes Park and along
the sea front. I managed to find three geocaches (can you believe it?) The walk was only marred by "Furry
Face TM" attempting to hump a passing pug.
Our walk didn’t take long, solicitor’s
paperwork took a little longer, but we were soon on the way home. It would have
been good to have spent longer with family, but Eastbourne isn’t the easiest of
places to get to.
We came home via my mum’s house.
Following a trip to Guy’s hospital a couple of days ago she’s been booked in to
have half a lung taken out in four days time. Mind you she seemed rather chirpy
bearing in mind she’s not well.
We came home; for all that the dogs
hadn’t had a major walk they both were soon fast asleep. I then had a look at
the geo-map around Guy’s hospital. The visiting hours there are frankly
ludicrous. They chuck visitors out for two and a half hours over lunch time, so
I thought I might try to plan a little geo-wander to pass the time whilst she
has her dinner.
"er
indoors TM"
then boiled up a rather good bit of dinner. As we scoffed it we watched the
last episode of “Taboo”. Now that I’ve
seen the lot I can confidently wonder what was that all about?
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