I
slept like a log last night. I’ve been sleeping well for a few days now. I
wonder why? I was woken by "er indoors TM"’s alarm which
went off at half past seven. I got up, made my toast and as I started to scoff
it "er indoors TM" went out to move her car (you can only park round the corner till
eight o’clock). When she went out, both dogs jumped onto the back of the
sofa, frantically worried about where she’d gone. I tried to console them both;
they flatly ignored me.
As
I scoffed brekkie I had a look at the Internet. I had a few emails. I was told
about job opportunities in Croydon and Brighton. Netflix had told me about
their latest offerings, and I had several messages about new geocaches. There
had been issues with a nearby series and so someone replaced a third of their
caches on that series with new ones. But only a third. Why not replace the lot
and give us all a new walk? And as I scoffed an email came in about another
solitary cache that had been added into the middle of an existing route quite a
long way from the road to Canterbury.
I
suppose these might make for something to do before a late shift but I’d rather
have a decent dog walk.
Talking of which I popped the leads onto the dogs and
walked round to find "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM", Sid and Pogo. With "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" at nursery (or “brat club” as it is known) we walked
the wolf-pack out to McDonalds for a toffee latte. I shared a sausage and egg
McMuffin with the dogs. It didn’t go very far.
We
came home, and I spent a little while in the garden. Together with "My
Boy TM", I fixed the fence just before Christmas. Today I
made a start at fixing the fixing. With the soil now settled I was able to put
the anti-weed membranes back in place and put the edging stones back. However I
didn’t re-gravel as I had been planning to. I needed more brindle chippings. I
was sure I had loads of spare brindle chippings. I could remember putting them
into the red garden bin and I could remember having spare bags of the things. But
the red garden bin was empty and there were no bags of chippings to be found..
I shall have to get some on the way to work tomorrow.
I
did put the new fluorescent tube into the pond filter. I was going to clean the
filter out; it looks like I cleaned it out when I turned it off in the autumn.
That saved a smelly job. So with some time spare I mowed the lawn and then came
inside.
I
hoovered whilst the dogs barked at shadows, then over lunch I watched a film on
Netflix. “10 Cloverfield Lane” was odd. It started well; the first
hour and a half were one of the best psychological thrillers I’ve ever seen.
Without wishing to give the plot away, the last quarter of an hour was rather
lame. It was as though the writers didn’t really know how to end the film, so
they just played the end of another (utterly
unrelated) film and hoped no one would notice what they had done.
I
then spent a while farting around with Google documents. I made something
vaguely C.P.D.- related. You can see it here (not that I would bother looking), and then had a little shock. The
USB cable I use to charge my phone and watch had been chewed. I hadn’t chomped
on it. That leaves three suspects in the house and judging by the look of
angelic innocence on the faces of my fur-babies, "er indoors TM" is the prime
suspect. I suppose I should go shopping for a new cable; I’ll do it tomorrow
when getting those chippings.
I woke the dogs, and we went round the park for a little
walk. They like going out, and it is all good exercise. We hadn’t been home
long when "er indoors TM" came home. We had a good
bit off scoff then, being Tuesday, it was round to Chris’s for the gathering.
Rather a good turn-out tonight. It was good to catch up and put the world to
rights.
As we drove home it was hard to believe that only a week
ago the snow had me stranded in Pembury…
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