Treacle had a restless night
last night, and when she is restless so is everyone else. When she finally
settled, my phone randomly started giving me all sorts of notifications even
though its wi-fi and mobile data connections were turned off. I wish it wouldn’t
do that.
I eventually got up just after
seven o’clock feeling like death warmed up.
Over brekkie I saw that the
photos I’d put on to Facebook from yesterday’s tea party had received lots of “likes”
from friends of friends. It is quite amazing how easily people you don’t know
can find out all about you via Facebook. Or (to be more precise) can
find out what you choose to let them know. I seem to be rather open with what I
share.
I also saw that other people had
clearly been having fun this weekend. Some had had a fight with the in-laws and
were using social media to tell the world. I try to avoid telling the world that
sport of thing.
I got the dogs organised and we
went out for a little walk. There was a nerve-wracking ten minutes when Fudge
was missing; he eventually turned up in a hedge where he’d been doing his own
thing as he does. We walked through the park; the dogs wanted to play in the
river and both had something of a sulk when I told them it was too cold for
swimming.
We carried on out to Singleton
Lake where one of my geocaches had supposedly gone missing, After a rummage
around a tree I concluded it had gone missing, and replaced it. I wonder how
long that one will last?
I tried (and failed) to
get the dogs to pose nicely for a photo by the lake, and we got caught in a
rain shower.
As we came home the dogs managed
to upset a cyclist who told me to keep my dogs of the cycle path. I told him to
get knotted. And then Fudge disappeared again. After ten minutes searching for
him a nice lady coming down the path said he was a hundred yards ahead and was
obviously waiting for us to catch up.
He was.
He was.
By the time we got home we had
been caught in several rain showers so I decided against mowing the lawn. Instead
I settled the dogs and went on a little shopping trip. I wanted a new fishing
tackle box and a large bucket for bait. I got a tackle box from B&Q for a
fraction of the price that the fishing tackle shop charges, but I couldn’t find
a huge bucket anywhere.
The cheapo-bargain shop near
work might have one… or a large fermentation bucket might work. Where’s the
nearest home-brew shop?
The cheapo-bargain shop in
Ashford were putting up their Christmas decorations this morning. Too early!!
I came home and over a spot of
lunch watched another episode of “Prison Break” as the dogs snored
beside me on the sofa. I then took myself off to bed for the afternoon. Treacle
came up too, but this time she settled, and I got a few hours shut-eye before heaving
myself out of my pit and watching another episode of “Prison Break”. As
shows go it is rather far-fetched. But then isn’t every TV show… and life in
general.
I then spent half an hour doing Week
Four of my latest
Coursera course. Archeoastronomy. Unlike many of the courses the people
running this one have been sensible and made all the course material available
right from the start so it is possible to get ahead of the game. This week’s
stuff (well, actually the stuff of the week beginning November 26) was
all about the Incas and Mayans.
I’ve got this rather daft idea
that I would like to visit Machu
Picchu… it would only set me back three thousand quid…
"er indoors TM" will be home
soon… a quick bit of dinner and then I’m off to the night shift. Today has been
rather lonely with only the dogs for company.
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