Much
as I liked being away, you can’t beat your own bed and your own toilet.
Especially my toilet as you are allowed to throw bogroll down it. You aren’t
supposed to do that in Greece. Why on Earth not?
I
woke this morning to find myself in a rather awkward position. I had twisted
myself into all sorts of contortions overnight in order to make the dogs
comfortable. Over a rather demure brekkie (compared
to what I’ve had over the last week) I sorted out my holiday photos. There
was a minor problem in that the date on my digital camera is wrong. I managed
to sort the piccies into the correct days; I wonder how I change the date one
the camera?
I
got dressed and walked (through a morning
that wasn’t oh-so-hot) to my car and drove into town. A five-minute drive
took twenty minutes; no one had told me there were major road works by the
railway station.
I
made my way to SpecSavers and was a tad miffed to be told I was late. I wasn’t
late. I was five minutes early. But in their world they expect people to arrive
ten minutes before the appointment for all sorts of pre-eye-test tests.
Still,
I passed them, so that was good.
I
then got in to see the proper optician at the time the appointment was booked
for, and she did a lot less farting about than they have done in the past. She
told me that my vision was totally unchanged since my last test two years ago,
but she still recommended I got new glasses as my current ones don’t have an
anti-reflective coating, and the frame is wearing through. I told her I’d think
about it; if the prescription is unchanged I don’t *really* need new glasses, do I?
I
then drove out to Park Farm; whilst I was away I’d had a report that one of my
geocaches had gone missing. Would I replace it? I had a look; it had gone.
Would I replace it? No. I’ve archived it. I’m slowly getting over my sulk about
how Geo-HQ chose the top one per cent of geocache hiders, but only slowly.
Clearly they appreciate people who’ve hidden hardly any so I shall slowly
archive mine as they fall into disrepair.
As
I was in the area I popped into Tesco to get a new pair of trainers, then came
home and set the washing machine loose on laundry before walking the dogs round
the park. Not much of note happened on the walk, which was probably for the
best.
Once
home I hung out clothes, put more in, and spent a couple of hours writing up
blog notes from the last week. History doesn’t record itself you know.
"er indoors TM" came home and we
drove round to see "Daddy’s Little Angel TM".
"Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" has a
new trick in which he does a poo into the potty. He was keen to show us this
trick. He was nowhere near so keen to have his bum wiped afterwards, but then (at that age) who is?
Once home "er indoors TM" boiled
up some dinner. It was rather good. We scoffed it and started to catch up with all
that the SkyPlus box had recorded for us whilst we’d been away.
It had recorded a surprising amount…
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