I had a rather early night last night and slept
well despite some rather vivid nightmares. Last night in my dreams I had been
given the task of writing an essay entitled “Why the
NHS *isn’t* A Load of Old Crap”. If my essay
failed to impress the examiner I was going to be sacked, and the examiner was
to be none other than Alexei Sayle.
It was with something of a sense of relief that I
woke up at six o’clock. Perhaps a tad early, but I’d still had eight hours
asleep.
I made
some toast, put a load of washing into the washing machine and continued
writing diary entries until "er indoors TM" got up.
I then hung out laundry, put more in to wash and then took the dogs up to Kings
Wood for a walk. I’d had a report that one of the geocaches I’d hidden there
was damaged. I’d been told this two weeks ago and had hoped that some kind soul
might have replaced it for me in the meantime.
No such
luck.
Ironically
it is the very one that I replaced less than three weeks ago, and within days
somehow the thing had had a large hole bashed into it. Bearing in mind that
only one person had visited it before I got the report that it was broken, I’m
pretty sure I know where I might assign blame should I wish to stir up the
hornet’s nest. But I won’t. As I’ve said before, Kings Wood is a good place to
walk the dogs. And we had a rather good walk; even if Fudge did straggle.
We came home. I emptied the washing machine, put in
a third load and hung out more washing on the line to dry. I wrote a little
more history, then had a sandwich, set the tumble drier to work its magic on my
pants and went into the garden. The lawn had grown rather a lot since it was
last mowed.
So I harvested the dog turds (I brought in a bumper crop) and then got out the strimmer and the lawn mower. With the lawn being
so long I didn’t so much mow it as scalp it. I shall give it another go later
in the week.
By the time I’d taken the secateurs to the jungle
which had come over the fence from next door I was feeling rather worn out. So
I settled down to upload photos and write more diaries whilst all three dogs
barked at their own shadows.
I then spent a while fighting with my PayPal
account. PayPal had sent me a message saying my payment card was about to
expire. The bank had sent me a message saying all was OK and the new card would
just take over from the old. I couldn’t find any way to update the thing
anyway. We’ll see what happens in a couple of weeks.
"er
indoors TM"
came home, boiled up some dinner, and went off bowling (as she does). I sparked
up the ironing board and ironed through the two final episodes of “Jamestown”
(in which Jocelyn’s bosom finally did heave again) and half an episode of
“Gentleman Jack” (in which our hero became quite lesbidaceous).
It was
just as I finished the last bit of ironing at half past nine when my phone
rang.
"Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" was rather distraught with earache. I
drove over to her and took her up to the hospital where we were seen quite quickly.
She was in and out in five minutes and is hopefully now on the mend.
I hadn’t been planning on having quite such a late
night tonight.
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