I had an early night, and was sleeping like a log when Sid
sounded as though he was trying to wake the dead when he walked down the stairs
at half past one. After we’d sorted him out I dozed fitfully. I’d just got back
to sleep when Treacle had a barking fit at four o’clock.
Over a bowl of granola I watched an episode of “F is for
Family” then had a look at the Internet. There were a few photos of people
enjoying yesterday’s sunshine, but not many. Mind you I did have over two
hundred more “Found It” logs and fourteen favourite points on my Kings
Wood geocaches; I’m seeing that as something of a result.
I quickly captured some bouncers (it’s a Munzee thing)
and got ready for work.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were interviewing some twelve-year-old child who is the world record holder in playing the violin.
I found myself looking back to my schooldays when I too played a violin. I can
remember being particularly crap at it; so much so that my mother banned me
from practicing the thing at home, and so I got into a vicious circle of
getting further and further behind everyone else in violin class before finally
packing it all in. Looking back this was rather silly of my mum as she'd paid
good money for that violin. I wonder whatever happened to it; have I left it
too late to become a world record violiner?
Mind you the novelty of the saxophone
soon wore off too. Drum and bugle were never my forte in the Boys Brigade (although
I did clang a mean set of cymbals) Perhaps music isn't my thing?
This was followed on the radio by the
"Thought For The Day" bit. I have no idea what today's
platitudes were all about; they were so vacuous I'd forgotten about what she'd
said even as she was saying it.
Pausing only briefly to deploy a Munzee
I went into work where we've all been issued face masks to wear (now that
the hospital is opening more to the general public). After the initial
novelty of the things wore off, we all felt them to be something of a nuisance.
It was good to drive home with the thing gone and without my glasses steaming
up.
I came home to an empty house… empty of humans that is. "er
indoors TM" was taking "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
home. I fed the pond fish and we had the usual over-excitement from the dogs;
they *love* fish feeding time as they try to snaffle the fish food. I
left them watching the fish intently and went to harvest the dog dung (they’d
done a *lot* today). Just as I was gathering up a rather gigantic turd so I
heard a rather loud splash. Fudge had fallen in the pond. Pogo fell in last
week, and I expect Treacle will be in it next week.
"er indoors TM" came home and
boiled up some pizza and garlic bread which we scoffed whilst watching the
telly. It’s not a bad thing to watch…
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