Over brekkie
I watched a new episode of “Big Mouth”. I didn’t realise that the third
season was about to start. Another good thing on Netflix.
I had a
little look-see at the Internet. Apparently there is to be a load of closures
and speed restrictions on the M20 over the next month or so whilst they install
all the infrastructure for the proposed contraflow for when Brexit means the
lorries will be queuing for hours, I would have thought that the ideal time to
have done this work was over the last six months when miles of the motorway
were closed off with no one working on them, but what do I know?
Yesterday I
saw that Smyth’s didn’t have the Lego plates I wanted. This morning I ordered
them from Amazon, then turned off the laptop. The plan for today had been for
me to be at work, but last-minute shift swaps meant that I had a day free. We
got the dogs and ourselves organised and drove out to Five Oakes. I must admit
that we drove with some trepidation. Pogo isn’t a good passenger and we were
expecting him to “blow” at any minute, but we got to Five Oakes
unvomited,
We soon met
up with Karl, Tracey, Jess and Charlotte and we went for a little walk. The
rain of the last week made for a rather muddy walk, but a good walk. Even if
the dogs did get filthy. It was a shame that the wind was so biting, but the
rain held off, We finished the walk within minutes of the rain starting.
Geocache-wise
it was a rather good walk. Sixteen hides over three (or so) mostly flat
miles. We found all but one. If any of my loyal readers fancy a wander out I
would suggest parking between caches nine and ten; the specified parking at
cache one looks as though it is on private land.
With walk
done we took some wet wipes to the dogs. You’d be amazed at just how much mud
small dogs can accumulate. We all then drove down to the Half -Way
House in Brenchley where Karl and I had a pint of stout whilst the
ladies perused the menu. We had a particularly good dinner. I started with the
soup. I think everyone had the scampi, and I ended with the fruit crumble. And
there were a few beers in between. And port for dessert.
The nice
people at the Half-Way House had given us our own little alcove, and it was
ideal. The dogs could wander about with relatively little supervision. I say “relatively
little supervision”; we had to keep an eye on Pogo as he’d not taken long
to figure out the way to the kitchen.
There were
some drunk women having dinner not far from us. There are those who don’t like
drunken shrieking when dining out. Personally I see it as a good thing; it
takes the attention away from the dogs.
We had a rather good dinner;
it’s Karl’s birthday tomorrow, so we had to do something to mark the occasion. I
took some
photos – I usually do.
I slept most of the way home
until "er indoors TM" woke me at High Halden. There were two
small dogs running loose on the main A28. I soon captured one small dog, and
the other one immediately followed me, telling me off for having picked up her
friend. It didn’t take long for me to find the dogs’ home. But I have to say I
was amazed by the lack of interest the owner showed about the dogs being loose
on the main A road. I would be horrified if any of my wolf-pack got loose.
We came home to find the postie
had been. One of the Lego level crossings I ordered from eBay yesterday had
arrived. I was impressed with that speed of delivery. I spent a little while
fiddling it into place, then we both had a bit of a doze.
I might put the telly on in a
minute…
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