As I came
home last night there was a burglar alarm making noise on the house two door up
the road. I reported it to Kent police who (to be fair to them) came out
right away. They had a look round the house, didn’t find any burglars, and
cleared off leaving the thing still making noise. I phoned the police again at
half past eleven. Apparently the police have no control over burglar alarms; it
is quite legal and acceptable for a burglar alarm to make noise all night long,
but if I go out and clout it with a hammer, that constitutes criminal damage.
New-next-door
came home about midnight and all went quiet. Apparently they’d somehow “disconnected”
it. I wonder if the alarm survived the process? I hope not.
I didn’t
sleep well. When I am wide awake in the small hours I sometimes get up and
watch telly. I watched an episode of “Bottom” at three o’clock (nudey
wombles), put the dishwasher on, and went back to bed for an hour or so. I
tried to sleep; I got up at six o’clock for a shave and to empty the dishwasher
before trying to sleep again.
I got up at eight o’clock. "er
indoors TM"
stayed asleep.
Over toast I
had a look at the Internet. Some Muslim friends had proudly posted photos of
the Christmas decorations in their house; clearly showing that Christmas is no
longer a “Christian” thing (if it ever was). And then I had an email – a new geocache had
gone live not ten miles away. I leapt into action and sped out to the back of
beyond. Joe and Andrea had parked their car two minutes before me, but a joint
First to Find and climbing a tree before nine o’clock on a Christmas morning
can’t be bad.
With the First to Find found, "er
indoors TM"
and I took the dogs for their morning constitutional. They don’t understand
nonsense like Christmas. As we walked we smiled sweetly at all sorts of people.
Several people were out on new bikes and new go-karts and new scooters. Pogo
only picked two fights.
We came home and did the pressie thing. I had a rather good
haul. We then started a bit of a tidy-up in readiness for the tribal gathering
tomorrow. I say “we started”; "er
indoors TM" worked wonders; I spent much of the afternoon
asleep on the sofa with Fudge.
I eventually awoke, and having settled the pups we walked
round the road where we spent a rather good evening being pampered by friends.
Meats, prawns, cheeses, champagne, probably half a bottle of port just for me.
We really should do that sort of thing more often.
"er indoors TM" is now asking
Siri how to boil up a turkey. I’m not getting involved…
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