Last night I saw that there is
an on-line petition for HBO to re-make the last season of “Game of
Thrones” since (with only one episode to go) this last season hasn’t
been anything special. I posted a link to the petition on Facebook and this
morning I saw that quite a few people agreed with me.
The writers really have thrown
away seven years of excellent plot lines and rather clever character development.
The trouble with “Game of Thrones” was that (like many TV shows)
it started well, but there obviously was no clear end in mind. Such a shame.
Also last night I had a message
about the Wherigo I put out in Kings Wood a couple of months ago. There was a typo
in what I originally did. I put that right over a month ago. Last night I was
told that the typo was still there. I couldn’t find it. I spent an hour last
night going through the programming and half an hour this morning fighting with
the thing. In the end I just uploaded the latest version again to keep the critics
happy. As one does. I then got the leads on to the dogs and we drove up to
Kings Wood where I tested that Wherigo again. And again it worked fine.
But we had a good walk while we
were there. We saw two or three normal people, but not many really. Pogo didn’t
fight with any other dogs which was something of a result. He and Treacle did
eat horse dung though. For a place which has signs up saying no horse-riding,
there is an awful lot of horse poo in Kings Wood.
We came home – eventually. We
had to wait for the dustbin lorry to get out of the way. We were stuck behind
it for a while. Perhaps I should have made a video – the bin men were emptying
the green recycle bins into the lorry, then just throwing the bins out of their
way in the vague direction of the pavements. When we were finally able to park
I made the pavement near home passable.But there is only so much tidying up
after the bin men that you can do.
I then settled the dogs and
drove up to town. I needed some Euros for the weekend. In a novel break with
tradition my bank actually had some. I then tried to get some brown boot polish
for my walking boots. Eventually I got some in Timpsons. Can you believe that
the shoe shops in Ashford don’t sell shoe polish?
I’m told that we need shoes for
tomorrow evening in case the stag party goes somewhere posh. I don’t actually
have any posh shoes any more, so I thought I might scrape the cow shit off of
my walking boots and buff them up as best I can. It seems to have worked.
With Euros bought I came home
and fed laundry to the washing machine, then spent half an hour in the garden.
I harvested the dog dung and then mowed the lawn. I would have done more, but
the drizzle was getting heavier (and my back was playing up too) so I
gave up. I had a spot of lunch whilst the washing machine chewed my shirts,
then I got the iron out.
I then had a minor episode with
the washing machine as refused to disgorge the shirts. After a little fight I
got them out only to find they were wringing wet. I remonstrated with the
appliance, and eventually (under protest) it spun some of the water out
of them. Thinking it might be bunged up I used much of the dogs’ bedding to
line the kitchen floor, and I opened up the waste trap of the washing machine.
There wasn’t *that* much
of a flood really.
"er indoors TM" insists we use “colour catchers” in the wash. These are sheets
of papery-cardboardy stuff which supposedly stop your pants going pink.
Personally I don’t care if my pants go pink, but (like the biblical centurion)
I am merely a man subject to authority. However as well as stopping your pants
going pink, these “colour catchers”
also bung up the output pump in the washing machine. I fished out the sodden
remains of quite a few of them, then rebuilt the washing machine and used it to
scrub the now-sodden dogs’ bedding. I expect I’ve now bunged the machine up
with dog hair.
I eventually got to iron my
shirts. As I did I sparked up Netflix and watched “The Beyond”. It
seemed vaguely familiar; I’m sure I’ve seen it before.
"er indoors TM" came home and
went out on a mission. I did my packing. I
might have an early night – I think I might need it to survive this coming
weekend…
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