When we were away in Turkey last week our bed was *huge*. I soon forgot how small our
bed is, and how much space is taken up by small dogs.
We had a few hours’ sleep. But not too much. I
treated last night’s flight in much the same way as I would treat a night
shift. If you sleep too much immediately afterwards you don’t sleep properly
the following night, and so it goes on. If you have one tired day, then you get
back into the routine of life so much quicker.
Or that is the plan…
I slept for four hours, then got up. Brekkie was
toast. Just toast. When on holiday and presented with about thirty brekkie
choices I went mad. Presented with frozen bread I just made toast. As I scoffed
it I downloaded the holiday photos from my phone. I’d taken nearly six hundred
(of which less than a dozen were that bad that I
deleted).
"er
indoors TM"
was up fairly promptly too. She fed herself, and pausing only briefly to leave the
mobile phoes at home we went out. Small
dogs didn’t understand that we’d been travelling for two thousand miles and for
eleven hours. Small dogs wanted a walk.
We drove to Godinton where we met Karl, Tracey and
Charlotte. We’d wanted to have a walk today, but not wanted one too far from
home. A quick wander round Godinton fitted the bill rather nicely.
We met up, we had a rather good walk along the
series of geocaches I’d hidden a few months ago. Two weeks ago I’d replaced four
of them. Three were still good; the fourth had been worried by the sheep. I’ve
relocated that one and shall have to hope for the best for it.
I
took a few photos as we walked.
With our walk done we went to the Chimneys in
Godinton for a post-walk pint. The Chimneys is something of an odd place.
Several people have told me that I should go there for the real ale selection. The
place only offers one real ale. Hardly a “selection”? And for all that the place has a reputation of being one of the
better pubs in Ashford, I’ve seen more obnoxious drunks there than I have in
any other pub in town. There was one such kicking off as we arrived.
But we had a good couple of pints. For all that I’d
drunk like a fish in Turkey, they didn’t have any decent beer there.
We came home where I made a start on catching up on
writing blog entries whilst "er indoors TM" boiled up a rather
good bit of dinner. For all that we’d eaten well whilst we were away, she does
boil up a rather good dose of scran.
As we
scoffed it we watched an episode of “Bake Off – The Professionals”. We’d
had some rather special cakes whilst we’d been away. Just like they’d been
making on Bake-Off. I wonder if the chefs at the Holiday Village might like to
take part in the next series?
I dozed
off; I woke up feeling rather ill and confused. I went to bed at half past nine…
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