I slept for over eight hours
last night. Eight hours – can you believe it ?! Mind you I did have something
of a fraught dream in which "er indoors TM" announced that
since taking on Pogo had been no trouble (!)
she had decided to have another baby. And what with all the dogs we’d need a
bigger house, so would I get that sorted by the weekend… Usually I wake up in
terror after nightmares like that.
I set the washing machine loose on some T shirts, and Fudge
sat with me as I scoffed toast. He got a couple of small bits of crust. As we
shared toast I did my morning trawl of the Internet. Facebook was much the same
as ever. I was hoping that seeing how most people aren’t at work at the
weekends they might have posted piccies of what they had been doing over the
last couple of days. A few people had, but not many. I wish more people would
show the world what they had been doing; I’m nosey. I don’t so much as go to
the loo without checking in on social media.
I did chuckle at a post in one of the on-line groups I
follow. A chap in Australia was grumbling that he was unable to get certain CDs
by the American duo “Sparks” because
his local record shops aren’t *that*
specialist. I found the things in less than ten seconds on Amazon or eBay.
Didn’t he look there?
I opened my
email account. Eighty-four new emails. People had been out yesterday hunting
for the geocaches I hid last week and the week before. I was glad that the
things had been found; it saves me griping about maintenance. I quite like
putting the things out, but my favourite ones are the ones which don’t go
missing or need attention. Geo-maintenance is a faff. Mind you, I’ve hidden the
ones in Kings Wood with ease of maintenance in mind.
I got the
leads on to the dogs, and we went for a walk. Pogo did try to scrap with a
beagle fairly early in to the walk, but other than that the walk passed off
reasonably well. It was a shame that we couldn’t go through the Chinese garden,
but the gardeners were having a go in there. They were also mowing the lawns in
the park. The lawn mowers they use have got quite a turn of speed. Probably
best described as “far too fast” for a public park.
Once home I
went out not the garden and fed the fish. The pond is looking rather clear; I
was pleased about that. I saw that next door had fixed the two broken fence
posts. I was pleased about that – it saved me a job. When the next post breaks
I’m going to pay someone to replace the lot with shorter panels and concrete
uprights.
I then hung
out the washing and set the dishwasher loose on the crockery. Just as I sat
down for a cuppa my phone beeped with an email from “lemonaid legal”. It
looked like some spamming thing, or was it phishing? I’ve forwarded it to a
legitimate email address for “lemonaid legal” and shall await
developments.
As I drove
off "Women's Hour" was on the radio. With the presenters going
into great and graphic detail about "women's things" I turned the
radio off. Too much information(!)
Regular
reader of this drivel may recall when I walked the dogs round Stalisfield in
early March. We looked for four geocaches. I say "we"; it was
me that did. My furry associates rooted about in the undergrowth hoping for
rats, squirrels and rabbits. They didn't find anything (other than some fox
poo). I found two of what I was looking for, but two of them evaded me
despite twenty minutes serious searching for each. I went back this morning and
found them both with less than a minute's rummaging at each location.
That gave me
more smiley faces on the map (it's a geo-thing), and a rather good walk
walked too.
However when
I got back to my car, as I pulled my wellies off and put my trainers back on I
saw a rather serious rip in the fabric of one of the shoes. That was a pain...
I wonder how that happened. Treacle would be the prime suspect, but it was a
clean tear with no evidence of chewing.
Needing new
shoes I went to the Notcutts garden centre to get some. The Cotswold shop there
didn't have anything sensibly priced, but there was a branch of the Paver's
shoe shop inside the garden centre. I went there and asked if they had shoes my
size. I wish I hadn't bothered; the assistant didn't actually say "get
knotted, baldy" but with that attitude she really didn't need to.
I shall drive
to "Go Outdoors" in Canterbury tomorrow morning. Despite it
being fifteen miles in the wrong direction and will cost quite a bit in petrol,
it would still be cheaper than buying anything the Notcutts garden centre had.
I went in to
work and devoured a pork chop on a bed of spicy noodles (which was rather good)
and followed it down with sponge pudding and custard. Suitably fuelled I got on
with another late shift. As late shifts go, this was one of the better ones.
During a tea
break I finished an e-book. "Renegades" by Craig Alanson is
the seventh book in his "Expeditionary Force" series was
rather good. I’ve surprised myself by keeping my book reviewing going…
What shall I read next...
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