Another good night’s sleep. Over brekkie I had a look at
the Internet. There were a lot of people talking on Facebook about the sad
death of Caroline Flack. It would seem that everyone except me knew who she
was. Yet again I was having to do some research to find out just who this
person who's all over the news actually is, and why
she's all over the news.
Did she do it? Did she not? I don't know
and quite frankly I don't care.
With one of the Prime Minister's closest aides being sacked
for his blatant racist views, much of the country flooded, the Prime Minister
having backed down in the first round of trade talks with the EU, attempts to
quarantine corona virus having failed and the entire world about to go down the
toilet as the climate goes west, the nation's attention is focussed on someone
who is famous only for being famous.
There was also a report from America where some bunch of
Christians were trying to promote their God-bothering agenda by creating a poll
on Twitter. “Do you believe America would be better off if more Christians
served in elected office?” With one hundred thousand people having voted,
the result was ninety-five percent against what they wanted to hear. This was
seen as proof that Satan is meddling in day-to-day America, and more proof that
there should be more Christians in elected office (!)
They let these people vote, you know…
Not wanting to have grubby dogs today we went round the
park for our walk. Yesterday in Kings Wood we had a really good walk where the
dogs could run free and we didn’t meet any idiots. We only had one “episode”
today but it was a good one. Some twit saw us coming. Rather than taking any of
the other paths in the park that he might have taken, he picked up his small
dog, held it at arms’ length and started screaming. Of course Pogo saw this as
some sort of game and ran around like a thing possessed, and of course Fudge
and Treacle immediately joined in.
In between his screams this idiot shouted that his dog
doesn’t like other dogs. When I suggested that he shouldn’t wave his dog around
as though it was some sort of toy you really could see the cogs turning in the
bloke’s head. It had never occurred to him that all he was doing was
aggravating the situation. When it became apparent that he was holding a dog
and wasn’t playing some sort of game, my three soon lost interest.
We came home. I spent a few minutes packing a suitcase,
then went to Pets at Home for dog food, and to the bakery for human food. I
then polished up my walking boots whilst watching another episode of “Titans”
which has suddenly got to be worth watching again.
I listened to the latest single from Sparks – not their best but
certainly not their worst.
"er indoors TM" came home at
lunch time. We scoffed the Belgian buns I’d bought from the bakery down the
road. You’d think that a local bakery would make Belgian buns that were better
than those you might get from Tesco or the co-op, wouldn’t you?
We loaded up the "er indoors TM"-mobile
and Munzee-d all the way to Cambridgeshire. I managed to Munzee so successfully
that I got an e-badge for doing so. In fact I got over tent per cent of my
total Munzee points in this session. Go me!!
We arrived in Molesworth and managed to walk the dogs until
they calmed down. Karl and Tracey arrived with Jessica and Charlotte and the
dogs became as excited as they had ever been.
We went into the Cross Keys, got our room keys, unpacked,
and were soon scoffing a rather good bit of dinner. We had a rather good bit of
pudding too, And after dinner we played skittles Northampton-style.
I took a
few photos of dinner.
The weather forecast for tomorrow isn’t good…
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