I
woke feeling like death warmed up; I think I’ve got a cold coming on. I hate
having a cold. Not so much the physical grottiness of having one, but how so
many people feel that having a cold is some sort of macho endurance test, and
how no matter how ill you feel you are, you are actually nowhere near as ill as
everyone else claims to have been.
Over
brekkie I watched the second episode of the third season of “Gotham”. Much as I like the show it has
one glaring plot hole; namely the windows at Wayne manor. Bearing in mind how
many times various intruders have walked through them, don’t you think that
Bruce and Alfred would have closed them?
I
then had a quick look at the Internet. Little had happened overnight. Mind you
I had an email about a supervisory job I might apply for. I say “might”; perhaps “could” might be a better word. I’ve done supervisory and management
jobs before. Can’t say I liked them much.
I
set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing the new
leader of UKIP. I was going to say that they were interviewing the country’s
new chief racist, but this chap seems to have realised that you can be proud of
your country (which is a good thing)
without having to hate the rest of the world.
I
got to work; I didn’t really do that much, and then I drove four miles to the Kent
Life Heritage Farm Park. What with smallest grandson having a birthday we thought
we’d have a birthday treat for him, and "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
said that "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
liked the place.
Everyone
else went for McLunch whilst I was at work, and we all arrived at the same
time. We made our way in, and I spent much of the time winding up oldest
grandson. Poor grandad supposedly couldn’t tell one animal from another, to
Charlie’s amusement. However I confused him somewhat. Having been told that the
difference between rabbits and chickens is that rabbits have four legs where
chickens only have two, I announced that one rabbit was therefore the same as
two chickens. Apparently I was wrong because two chickens is plural.
We
saw (and muddled up) goats, horses,
alpacas, sheep, pigs, owls, horses and donkeys. We had a mooch round several
old houses and shops. And we even had a ride on a tractor.
I took several photos whilst we were there.
It was a rather good afternoon.
But…
There’s
always a “but”, isn’t there? The
place wasn’t cheap. In fact it was what I can only describe as “ridiculously expensive”. Our party was a
family of four (one under three years old)
with Nanny and Grandad too. I would have thought twenty quid would have been a
fair price; perhaps a bit too much. But we paid nearly fifty quid to get in.
Bearing in mind we saw the lot in an hour whereas at Wingham Wildlife Park last
year seventy quid did us for the day.
And
their café… I’ve never seen such a disorganised operation.
Mind
you the car park was full and the place was heaving. They clearly have no need
to lower their prices.
Once
home we walked the dogs round the park. With "er indoors TM"
along, Fudge didn’t dawdle anywhere near as much as he usually does.
After
a rather good bit of dinner "er indoors TM" went
off to the Saturday film night. I sat myself down in front of the telly and
watched more “Gotham” and all sorts
of other nonsense; all the time feeling sorry for myself.
I
*hate* having a cold…
