I was out like a light last
night and slept for eight hours until the dogs went mad when the postman
knocked on the door. This morning postie brought me w little Lego house I’d won
on eBay. And being from Royal Mail he knocked on the door and delivered it
rather than leaving it laying in the front garden as other delivery firms so
often do (like they did yesterday).
The postman also delivered my
Nectar card. That only took two weeks to arrive. Mind you in that two weeks
I’ve racked up two hundred points which is one whole quid.
I played a little “Candy
Crush Saga” and joined a couple of Facebook groups which are to do with
1970s Lego. Bearing in mind that Facebook groups about geocaching, astronomy
snakes, kite-flying, fishing, blood tests, dogs and beer are often little more
than one huge squabble my hopes aren’t high. But you never know…
We got the dogs’ leads on to
them. The plan for today had been a walk out at High Halden, but the miserable
weather and the equally dismal forecast meant that we’d postponed that. Instead
we thought we’d go to Canterbury. A small drive to get Pogo used to the car, a
short walk for the dogs, and some shopping.
We got to Canterbury easily
enough and parked up near London Road and walked round an estate finding
geocaches as we went. An hour’s walk of about a mile or so blew away some
cobwebs.
We then went on to “Go
Outdoors” where we’d planned to get some stuff for the winter. I like that
shop if only because dogs are allowed in. We went to the shoe department where we
met a pinch-faced version of the TV character Hyacinth Bucket. This old bat was
ordering her husband around as though he was a wilful child. Clearly he was
taking too long to choose his footwear; I couldn’t believe it what she snatched
the shoes I was holding, brandished them at her husband and ordered him to have
those. Looking back I should have told her the error of her ways, but at the
time I was too shocked to say anything.
"er indoors TM" couldn’t stop
laughing.
I also got new gaiters as I’d
lost my old ones, and also picked up an assortment of gloves, socks and hats.
Treacle (true to form) tried to eat the socks before we’d even lifted
them off of the shelf.
It was somewhat ironic that when
I put the shopping into the boot of the car that I discovered my old gaiters
laying there.
Whilst "er indoors TM" got petrol at
Morrison’s car park I went in to the supermarket for Belgian buns. Morrisons at
mid-day was a nightmare; a thousand people were shopping, each one seemingly
totally unaware that there was anyone else in the shop at all. How can people
be *so* oblivious of the world around
them?
We stopped off at the pet shop in Chartham where the nice
lady in the shop gave each of the dogs a treat. I’m not blaming her in any way,
but up until then Pogo had been fine. Ten minutes later he blew; fetching his
breakfast all over the car’s back seat.
The traffic was rather bad getting home. I *really* can’t see the attraction of the
MacArthur Glen shopping centre. I’ve been there so many times; they don’t sell
anything you can’t buy cheaper elsewhere, but people travel for miles to shop
there, and it adds an age to our journey home.
Once home I scoffed the Belgian bun I’d got in Morrisons. "er
indoors TM" cleaned up dog sick from the back seat of her
car. There was a surprising amount of dog sick to be cleaned up. As she
scrubbed the dogs barked at her as they watched her every move through the
window.
I could have helped I suppose, but I wasn’t feeling very
well. I slobbed on the sofa for an hour or so feeling grotty.
After a rather good bit of dinner "er indoors TM"
went off to the Saturday film night. I stayed home, and with the dogs all
sleeping I had a go at putting together some Lego houses for the scenery for my
planned train set thingy. One house worked rather well. The other looks rather
earthquake-damaged. Still, it’s not bad for a first attempt.
I’m going to slob in front of the telly some more, I think.
I’m still not right…
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