As I came home on the train yesterday I could feel my
throat becoming rather tender. I woke this morning with a sore throat and
something of a headache. I picked up a bug at yesterday’s funeral. I wonder how
many other people have also gone down with it?
As I scoffed toast this morning I saw that the few photos I took at yesterday’s funeral
had received reactions and comments from all sorts of people. I often get stick
from using my phone to photograph everything, but sometimes it is well worth
doing.
I also saw that I had been selected to get a Gerry Anderson
2020 calendar at a specially discounted rate… Of course they are knocking them
out at a discounted rate; it is now February and they clearly printed too many.
And talking of throwing money away there was a lot of talk
on some of Facebook’s fishing pages. When going for a weekend’s fishing you can
take a “bivvy”. “Bivvies” are popular among carp fishermen for
the simple reason that not many who go fishing can spell or pronounce the word
“bivouac”. The latest bivvy to hit the market retails for nine hundred
pounds.
It takes less than twenty seconds to find a comparable tent
for a tenth of the price, but the “proper” carp fishermen posting on the
Internet this morning seemed to think there was some merit in spending ten
times too much money.
I loaded the dogs into the car and we drove up to Kings
Wood. A couple of weeks ago we’d walked round the top end, and I thought I
might try that walk again. There’s no denying that the walk had been easier a
couple of weeks ago when the mud had still been frozen, but we had a good
stroll. We climbed trees, we ate horse poo, we had a warning from the Met
Office, we played piggy-back (!) with other dogs; we had a good stroll.
I
took a few photos as we walked purely because I could.
Once home the dogs had a bath and were soon all snoring.
Despite having been thoroughly scrubbed, Pogo retained quite a bit of dried mud
up his legs, but by the time I’d seen it he was fast asleep, and I didn’t fancy
the rigmarole of scrubbing him again.
I popped up the road to get a sandwich, watched a little
telly then went to bed for the afternoon. I slept surprisingly well; Treacle
slept with me; Pogo and Fudge remained downstairs and held off having any utterly
unnecessary barking fits for three hours.
"er indoors TM" has taken
Treacle to the vet for her MOT in a minute (Treacle’s MOT; not "er
indoors TM"’s) and I’m off to the night shift.
I still feel a bit iffy…
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