Yesterday
evening I posted a picture of Fudge to Facebook seeing how it was his birthday
(or so we think; we’ve always been a tad vague about his birthday). This
morning as I scoffed my toast I saw that over seventy people had clicked the “like”
button. I was rather impressed with that.
I also
saw that the husband of someone with whom I used to work had received a
speeding ticket. This was issued by the French authorities during their recent holiday
in Epervans in France. I was somewhat amazed to see this; for at least twenty
years the French lorries on the M20 have been speeding and driving *incredibly*
dangerously because it is common knowledge that it is not possible to issue a
speeding ticket to a vehicle not registered in the UK (!) Clearly the
French can issue tickets to those in Glasgow; perhaps the government’s
Department of Transport might with to learn from the French government. Or is
it that the UK Department of Transport issues speeding tickets which the French
drivers just ignore?
I played a little Mah-jongg then (pausing only briefly to shout at the dogs to stop them
barking) I took the ultra-violet lamp out of the pond
filter. The pond is rather murky; I had a theory that a new lamp might sort it
out. I also like taking the old lamp to the man in the shop to be sure we get
the correct replacement.
We got the leads on to the dogs and went on a
little mission. First of all to Wittersham for a dog walk. Narrowly avoiding
being run off the road (I squealed the driver
up to rate-driver dot com) we got to Wittersham where I
found a geocache which boiled my piss somewhat. I’ve tried to hide caches
myself only to have them turned down because they are within a hundred yards of
a playpark. I’ve now found twenty-six of the things within a few yards of
playparks. This one was best described as “right in
the playpark”.
From the playpark we relocated to Wittersham church
where (having narrowly avoided being run off
the road again) we took the dogs for a little walk across the
nearby fields and paths. We had a good little stroll; the dogs got to run
about. They seemed to like it.
From Wittersham we took a rather circuitous route
to Hastings (stopping off for five
more geocaches on the way) where we called in to see my
mum and dad. They seemed well; I would have liked to have stayed a tad longer,
but the dogs were getting fractious, so we set off to visit mother-in-law who
wasn’t home.
We came home via one more geocache and the pond
shop. The nice man in the pond shop said that the ultra-violet tube needed to
be changed last March. I told him it was (on the
fourteenth – I keep a diary!). The nice man was
rather taken aback by that. Bearing in mind that a couple of months ago the
pond was crystal clear we both thought that changing the ultra-violet bulb
couldn’t hurt.
I slept all the way home.
Once home I put the new bulb in place and played
some more Mah-jongg. "er indoors TM" boiled up some
rather good dinner (followed by Christmas pudding). As we scoffed we
watched a film. “Dumplin”
was the tale of two “more rotund”
girls and a misfit making good at an all-American beauty pageant.
It was a
rather good film… being a fat lad I felt I could relate to it. No one ever
intends to be a fat lad…
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