I slept really well despite the heat;
post night shift does that. Mind you when it came to heat my piss boiled over
brekkie. As I had my morning drag through Facebook I lost count of the amount
of people spreading bitterness over yesterday’s Father’s Day. Just because they
had a relationship break-up doesn’t make all men evil. I can hardly claim to
have been (be) the best father in the
world, but I’ve had a fair crack at it, and I do find all this man-hating
vitriol rather offensive. Do people really not see that by saying “my ex is a git” they will garner
sympathy, but declaring “all men are
bastards” is just offensive?
I considered doing a little
fence-painting after brekkie, but I decided against it. I didn’t have enough
time before I was due at the dentist.
I got to the dentist with time to spare;
after all it is only just down the road. I went straight in to the chair; the
chap rummaged about in my cake hole and after a few minutes declared all was
well. That was me done for another six months.
I drove round to collect "My Boy
TM" and together we drove out to Sheerness to Whelan’s.
Whelan’s sell the most amazing garden ornaments. Today we got all sorts of bits
and bobs as well as the three garden planters I wanted. Over the years "er
indoors TM" has planted all sorts of triffids in various
plastic pots. They always die and the pots end up full of weeds.
No more.
We have nice planters now, She can plant
nice bedding plants and look after them.
We were going to come home via Hastings
and seeing my mum, but that was probably too much of a detour, so we went to
the McDonalds in Bobbing instead. Once she’d taken our money the aggressive
harridan in charge of the place announced that there was going to be a minute’s
silence at 11am. We got our food, sat down, and she loudly announced the
minute’s silence was starting. She then glared at me as we scoffed our dinner.
Had we known they’d wanted us to have had cold food we wouldn’t have had dinner
there. By the same token if we’d wanted to take part in a minute’s silence we
wouldn’t have had an early lunch.
As it was (sort of) on the way home we stopped off at Bybrook Barn garden
centre to look at the trees which go in pots. I’m still undecided about getting
another potted tree. "My Boy TM" thinks I should
get a palm tree. I don’t dislike the things, but I can’t say I really want one.
We came home and unloaded the planters.
They were (and still are) heavy and
awkward.
Although I’d got the planters today, in
theory I wasn’t going to be putting them into action for a few weeks. In theory,
today I wanted to get a new fence panel, dig out the old one and replace it,
then do some landscaping.
In practice, the thermometer in my car
said it was thirty-four degrees hot. Heavy work could wait. So I did the
planters this afternoon. Firstly I had to prepare the area where they were
going. That involved painting two fence panels. That would have taken an hour
and a half had my dogs not been quite so helpful. (I use the word “helpful” in its canine sense here). As I painted I
had the hose pipe topping up the fish pond; the water level was a few inches
down.
With panels painted and hose pipe run
out I then pressure-washed the planters. They had gotten surprisingly grubby in
Whelan’s yard.
I then heaved the planters into place,
put away the hose and washer and loaded an amazing amount of rubbish onto my
car for a tip run tomorrow.
"er indoors TM" came home; what
I had intended to spend a couple of hours doing had taken closer to six hours.
She then took the dogs for a walk whilst I had a shower and a collapse.
I had intended to go over to the
Windmill this evening; a friend had taken over the running of the place today.
But I was just hurting too much to do anything other than sit in front of the
telly.
I quite like sitting in front of the
telly…
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