I was rather later
getting up today; so much so that the dogs were up and about as the app on my
phone talked me through my abdominal workout routine. Both pups thought heel
touches and mountain climbs were a great game; and I had to abandon when Fudge
got particularly over-excited as I did twenty seconds of plank.
As I had my usual look
at Facebook I was surprised to see something positive; there is to be a film
made of the Bradbury novel “Fahrenheit
451”. I’ve not read that for years. I shall have a look on the Kindle
store. I can remember this as being yet another book that was actually rather
good, even if the English teachers at school did try their level best to kill
it stone dead.
When I look back at my
schooldays there were so many books that we read that the teachers dissected
and pontificated on and generally ruined for a generation of schoolboys. “All Quiet on the Western Front”, “2001 – A Space Odyssey”, “Lord of the Flies”, “1984”, “Animal Farm”, “Moonfleet”
(to name but a few) are all rather
good books which took me years to appreciate after my teachers had reduced them
to utter tedium. I wish I could get a reading list of all the books that were
forced on to us at school; I’m sure that they were all actually rather good.
I polished my walking
boots. I thought they’d been letting in water recently; I found two great holes
in the leather. I must have ripped them on barbed wire at some point. Woops.
And then I had a look
at the housekeeping account. Every month I bung a serious proportion of my
wages into another bank account from which I pay all the monthly bills. I saw
that now we have a SmartMeter for the leccie and gas we are actually saving
just over a pound every month. I also saw that for this financial year we will
only be dealing with one water company (not
two any more) and so will be saving three quid each month there. However having
saved four quid each month, the council tax has gone up by eight quid so the
net result is we are four quid down the pan.
Having a few minutes
spare, I wrote a message of complaint to the BBC about their weather forecasts.
“Take today for example (Sunday 8 April).
The daily forecast on your website for Ashford in Kent says “Heavy rain”
however at no stage on the hourly breakdown does heavy rain ever appear.
And to add insult to injury this is at odds with that broadcast on your
radio, and neither agree with what has appeared on your TV broadcasts.
This happens most days…”
I’ve always said that
the BBC has a good weather forecasting service but on reflection this is
probably because between their website, radio and TV they cover pretty much
every form of weather imaginable. One of them *has* to be right.
We drove down to
Hastings to see parents. My mum was well, I mentioned my knackered boots and my
Dad gave me a pair of boots he’d bought and never worn. I tried them on and as
I pulled them tight, the eyelet ripped. Oh well… if nothing else I can salvage
the bootlaces.
We then took the dogs
on a little geo-mission round Alexandra Park. "er indoors TM" laid an egg that
dogs aren’t allowed off the lead in that park. Bearing I mind how many
squirrels are in that park it is just as well that they stayed tethered.
We then visited
mother-in-law, and I slept for an hour or so.
Once home we settled
the dogs and drove up to the Kennington carvery where family and friends were
meeting up for dinner. The diet went firmly out of the window as I scoffed two
full roast dinners, and followed it up with a cheeky McFlurry.
And with "er indoors TM" off bowling I
sat in front of the telly watching “The
Mighty Boosh” alternately rubbing my bloated belly and farting…
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