There’s no denying that I wasn’t feeling
the full one hundred per cent this morning. Perhaps it was in some way
connected with my having done each of the ale pumps three times over last night.
Mind you I did have a better than usual sleep; having house guests overnight
gave the puppy someone else to bother in the small hours.
Over coffee we played the “Baby
Shark” (doo doo doo doo doo doo) video ad nauseum until it was time for brekkie.
Knowing that there would be a few of us who would be up for a Full English I’d
checked with Brookfield Café on Friday. They were under new management, and
they assured me they opened at 8.30am on Sundays. I was just a tad pissed off
to get there at 10am to find the place closed and the shutters down. But the
town centre was only a few minutes away.
In Vicarage Lane car park we were
harangued by a local tramp. This local tramp is famous on the local Facebook
pages as she is often seen stealing bicycles. She gave me a sob story; I
explained that everyone in the town knows she is a thief, and I suggested she
might try another town where she isn’t known. (I’m mean like that). She muttered something about “bloody Facebook” and started begging
from another passer-by.
We had planned to go to the Gorge for
brekkie; we found ourselves in Café Express. A happy accident. They had set
breakfasts, or you could have an “eat all
you can of what you can” so being greedy most of us went for that. Perhaps
that was a mistake; “all I can eat”
is effectively one plate of the stuff, and the set breakfast came with a cup of
coffee whereas on the “all you can eat”
the coffee was extra.
As I shovelled fry-up into my face I had
words to say about chips. Chips with breakfast? No! There are a lot of things
you can have with brekkie, but chips? And bubble and squeak – should it have
curry powder in it? And tomatoes – tinned (no!)
or fried (yes!). And what sort of weirdoes
do or don’t eat black pudding?
It was good to bandy insults with Terry
and Irene and Mark and Sam and Jimbo; we don’t see them anywhere near as often
as we might.
We said our goodbyes, then went round to
the Windmill to collect my car. A cup of coffee, then we took the dogs for a
walk on the Romney Marsh. We set off for a few geocaches as they marked out a
route (if nothing else). Our first
target would seem to have been long gone; we got to within ten yards of our
second target before discovering we were on the wrong side of a drainage ditch.
But we eventually found some Tupperware for which I was pleased, even if I did
rick my back at one point.
There was a minor episode when the puppy
was obviously chewing something. After a minor tussle we extracted a small dead
rodent from her mouth. "er indoors TM" was of the
opinion that it was a shrew; it might have been. I don’t know. I wasn’t keen on
getting too involved, so we threw the corpse of whatever it was into one of the
thickets. There was then another altercation as the puppy tried to go retrieve
it. Disgusting creature !! (both the
puppy and the dead rodent).
I took a few photos as we walked. You can see them here.
Once home "er indoors TM"
set about hand-washing the duvet the puppy had tiddled on yesterday whilst I
mowed the lawn. There was a minor hiccup when the handle of the lawn mower
broke. I’ve not so much fixed it as bodged it back together again. And with the
lawn given a serious hacking I then trimmed back the jungle coming over the
fence from not-so-nice-next-door. I would have words with her about it if we
were on speaking terms.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a very
good but of dinner, and I then ironed shirts and trousers whilst watching last
week’s “Dark Matter”.
“Poldark”
is on in a moment. I hope I can stay awake; I’ve had a rather busy weekend…
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