Whilst everyone else snored I made some toast and peered
into the Internet. I chuckled a little as I read the ranting on Facebook. I
have various Facebook friends who are staunchly Conservative, Labour, Liberal
Democrat and Green Party supporters. All were accusing the BBC of being biased
against their choice of political party and being biased in favour of their
opponents. I thought better of making any comments; all of these people are
rather odd. All really do feel that having their choice of political party in
power really would have us living in a utopia *until* their party gets
elected. At that point there is a lot of noise about just how crap the world
would be if the opposition was in power. All seem oblivious to the fact that
all parties have had a go in power (nationally and locally) and all have
succeeded and failed to various extents.
Pausing only briefly to delete a friend request from Sanjoy
Sarkar (who?) I sent out birthday wishes, and again chased up the refund
for those Lego plates that hadn’t come.
I got the dogs onto their leads; for the first time in two
months we did “boot dogs” and drove up to Kings Wood. We had a rather
good walk; for the first few minutes we were followed by a rather noisy normal
person. Walking in flip-flops, everything he said to his pal came out as a
shout, and I could clearly hear his conversation from two hundred yards away.
But he and his pal soon turned off and left us in peace. Which is more than
they did for the wildlife; only a few minutes after they went so a dozen deer
came running past from the direction in which they’d gone. The reaction of the
dogs was amazing; I was expecting them to be shouty and maybe give chase;
instead all three stared in frank amazement.
The main reason for going to Kings Wood today was to
finalise plans for my new geo-series which was put on hold when lock-down
closed the woods. I got the last set of GPS co-ordinates that I needed, and we
came home where I showered the fox poo off of Fudge. I wish he wouldn’t roll in
the stuff.
I then drove round to Wickes where I collected the wood
that "er indoors TM" had ordered to fix the arbour,
then my phone beeped. I had an email. I’d got the refund for those base plates.
That was a result – I was about to just give up on that.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
surprisingly good ham sandwich which I devoured, then I spent much of the
afternoon painting more fence panels.
The nice fence man has given me a quote to replace the
fence between our garden and new-next-door… well… not so much the fence
as the uprights. This are the bits that rot through and are back-breaking to
replace. He says he can swap them out for concrete uprights into which the
existing fence panels can slot, and I can then replace the panels later when
money permits. Having the nice man fit new concrete uprights won’t be cheap,
but he’s quoted about a thousand pounds less than I thought he might, so here’s
hoping. Salvaging the existing panels will save a few hundred quid so that’s
why I’ve got handy with the paint brush. He says he can start in a couple of
months.
The fence between our garden and not-so-nice-next-door
is a different matter though. It is lower, but many of the uprights have rotted
through and they’ve done nothing to repair any of them. A lick of paint made it
look better, even if it didn’t address the actual problem. The actual problem
being her-next-door’s problem.
After I’d got eight panels painted I found I couldn’t
actually move any more, so I sat in the sun and read my Kindle for a bit.
We had a very good bit of dinner whilst watching more of “Ricky
and Ralph’s Very Northern Road Trip” which is a very good show. However it
does totally ignore the fundamental difference between Northerners and Southerners
which is that the Southerners don’t care that Northerners come from the North.
"er indoors TM" joined in with
the bi-weekly Zoom chat. I didn’t tonight... I’m beginning to get fed up with
these Zoom chats. More and more no one talks of anything but the ongoing
pandemic and I find that despite having
spent nearly forty years studying and working with human disease and having one
or two post-graduate qualifications in the subject, I’m being very
superciliously told that everything I’ve learned is completely wrong by garden
centre till operators, telephonists and McDonalds chip-fryers…
I think I spent too long in the sun today…
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