I slept reasonably well; I was woken shortly before 7am by
the puppy dabbing at my arm; she was awake and wanted to play. Over brekkie I
had a look at the Internet. It was pretty much as I’d left it last night, but
Amazon had emailed me suggesting I might like to buy stuff that I had already
bought from them.
As I scoffed my toast the puppy was dragging the old
ironing board cover about. I couldn’t help but wonder where she’d got that
from; didn’t I throw it away a couple of days ago? But the puppy looked very
pleased with herself for having found it.
The plan for today had been to drive down to the beach at
Winchelsea to go look for seals (my
cousin had spotted one there last week) but "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
was poorly. With "er indoors TM" at work and "My
Boy TM" at a funeral I found myself at something of a loose
end. So me and the dogs scrounged a lift with "er indoors TM"
half way to her work, and we walked home (via
two geocaches). We came home through the park where the dogs wanted to play
in the river. I persuaded them not to.
As we came through the Chinese garden there was some
musclebound thug shouting the f-word into his mobile phone whilst waiting for
his Rottweiler to finish crapping by the children’s play area. I thought about
offering him one of the many poo bags that I carry round with me, but decided
that he might not accept the offer with good grace.
With the walk done I settled the dogs then went on a little
shopping trip. Realising that tonight was Halloween and that the etiquette is
kiddies don’t come trick-or-treating unless you have a pumpkin outside the
house, I thought I’d better get a pumpkin. None of the local shops had one, nor
did Asda, Tesco, or the co-op. Perhaps I’d left it too late?
Still, to console myself I bought some new pants in Tesco. I
hope they will fit; I didn’t like to ask to try them on.
I came home and ran around with the Hoover (not blocking it this time), then spent
the afternoon ironing. As I ironed I watched a fil on Netflix. “Jupiter Ascending” was a film I’d been
looking forward to for some time; it was utter rubbish. The secret of half-way
decent sci-fi is to base it on something which is plausible, if not actually
scientifically correct. “Jupiter
Ascending” was just nonsensical.
I then spent a little while looking at the Internet. Just
out of interest I Googled the chap who stuffed up our loft conversion all those
years ago. He’s still in business. I then messed about struggling with
geo-puzzles until "er indoors TM" came home and
boiled up some dinner.
We then went round to Matt’s for the Tuesday gathering. Matt
had excelled himself and had put on a rather good spread. We scoffed ourselves
silly whilst watching the latest episode of “Star Trek: Discovery”. I quite like the show… because it is Star
Trek. But (with two exceptions) I’m
not really warming to any of the characters in it yet…
And Matt handed over my advent calendar…
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