I’ve noticed that the dogs are rather restless in
the middle of the night, but seem to sleep quite well from five o’clock
onwards. So we had a little lie-in this morning. Perhaps I should have kept
them active yesterday afternoon?
I sparked up my lap-top like I do most mornings but
had a warning that the firewall subscription had expired. What was that all
about? According to the provider’s web-site it isn’t due to expire for over a
year. Eventually uninstalling and reinstalling solved the problem, but it
wasted half an hour.
I
finally got to peer into the Internet. Last night’s squabble on Facebook was
still going on. If you rummage under a rock for a film pot and don’t find one,
should you replace it? According to “Da Rules” the answer is a big
resounding “NO!!!”. According to “Da Rules” you have to tell the
person who stuck the film pot under the rock and let them sort it out.
Usually
when I’m going to rummage in the undergrowth I look on-line. If other hunters
of Tupperware have said that they couldn’t find anything I message the person
who hid the thing and ask them if they’d like me to replace it if I don’t find
it either. Personally if someone offers to replace one of my missing pots I’m
only too happy about it; it saves me hours of effort to wander out to the back
of beyond.
It’s an
argument that has been going on for years and last night’s squabble won’t
resolve anything.
I
prepared another four web pages for my new geo-series (only seventeen more
to do) then went into the garden. I tried to strim the lawn’s edges and had
quite a fight with the strimmer. I’m wondering if it isn’t more cost effective
to throw away the strimmer and get a new one when the strimming string-stuff
runs out rather than fighting to try to load up new stuff into the machine.
Eventually
I got the edges done, then mowed the lawn, pulled weeds out of the gravel, and
spent a rather unpleasant hour cleaning out the pond’s filter. It’s not a nice
job, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it is better to do it regularly when
I have time rather than waiting until the thing gets blocked solid with Koi poo
and having to find an hour when I have other things to be doing.
Again I
spent three hours on garden stuff at the end of which the garden looked pretty
much just the same as it did when I started.
After a
quick Belgian bun we took the dogs round the park. Some of our walks are good;
this one wasn’t one of the better ones. All the “delicate blossoms” were
taking their precious pups out and Pogo was like a bull in a china shop.
On the
plus side, as we walked we met two different groups of friends out hunting
flilm pots under rocks. It was good to catch up.
"er indoors TM" set off to
collect "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM". I stayed home and (once
I’d set the washing machine going) I slobbed in front of the telly. I put
on an episode of “Good Girls” and dozed off.
I woke
to the sound of Fudge being sick.
With
dog vom cleared the family arrived. There was a rather traumatic half an hour
while everyone got dressed. Things might have gone faster had "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" not been trying to put his
head through the arm hole of his shirt. But eventually we were organised, and
we drove up to the Kennington Carvery for "My Boy TM"’s
wedding reception.
From
what I remember of it, it was a good night. I
took some photos, and woke up on the sofa just after two o’clock.
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