The original plan for today had
me working the early shift, but a colleague asked me if he could work today
instead of me. I was only too happy to oblige. So instead of driving off to
work at half past six, I didn’t get up until half past eight.
Finding some hot cross buns in
the kitchen I toasted a couple of them for brekkie much to Fudge’s disgust.
Raisins are poisonous to dogs, and so he got none of my brekkie this morning.
Mind you he didn’t seem hungry; he sat next to me and made strange whining
noises. I think his back was hurting him again. I quietly fussed him.
As I stroked my dog and scoffed
hot cross buns I peered into the Internet. Some of the people who post on the
vintage Lego pages were selling stuff. I probably spend too much money on Lego
which is forty years old, but there is a limit. This morning people were
talking about Lego sets which were bought when I was ten years old and have sat
unopened ever since. One particular Lego train set was being discussed; someone
claimed to have sold one of these last year and said he’d got six thousand
pounds for it. Six thousand pounds!! You can get the same thing far cheaper,
but you pay far more if the box is unopened.
Toys in unopened boxes always
command a higher price than toys which have been mauled about, but how does
anyone know what toys are going to be worth a fortune in years to come, and
what toys will just be forgotten?
Being at something of a loose
end I gave myself a haircut, and then played Lego for a bit. My figure-of-eight
train track took up a lot of space, so I took out the middle section and now
have quite a bit of table free now. I’ve a vague plan to move the houses
forward and build some rather bigger ones to go at the back. I shall have to
give it some thought.
Did I ever mention I have a Lego town in the attic?
"er indoors TM" dished up some
cheese on toast for dinner, then we went down to Rye to walk the dogs and to do
a little Munzee-ing. The walk could have gone better had Pogo not tried to pick
quite so many fights; it was with a sense of relief when another dog would start
the barking.
Rye is an odd place. Not one person in a hundred was
looking where they were walking. The pavements are far too narrow, the cobbled
streets are (frankly) dangerous, the shops are run by arrogant
supercilious twerps and are all selling vastly overpriced rubbish. I really
can’t see why the place is so popular. On the plus side we got over one
thousand five hundred Munzee points each, so the afternoon was a good one.
We came home, and I did a little
geo-puzzling. After some brain-strain and some Google street viewing I came up
with five final locations for geocaches that looked promising.
"er indoors TM" drove "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" home, and I ironed shirts. As I ironed I
watched the last episode of “Flowers”; a series which started really
well and ended as being just weird. I then watched several episodes of “Schitt’s
Creek” which were all rather good.
"er indoors TM" then came home
and boiled up some pizzas which we scoffed whilst watching tonight’s episode of
“Doctor Who”. It was one of the better episodes but bearing in mind the
very low standard of that show over the last few years that’s not saying much.
The writers could improve the show beyond all measure by getting rid of the
Doctor’s hangers-on and replacing them with characters that aren’t as dull as
ditchwater.
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