As I scoffed toast I
watched another episode of “Stranger Things” in which all of the new
characters introduced in the previous episode had totally disappeared. The old
guys were back and acting rather strange. Having deliberately turned off the
power in the secret lab in which they were hiding they then risked life and
limb turning it back on again. What was that all about? And whilst waiting for
a phone call having phoned for help they immediately destroyed the phone. All
very dramatic, but rather nonsensical.
As the on-screen
incomprehensibility dragged what could have been done in five minutes over
three quarters of an hour so my phone beeped with a message. I now have 5G.
That’s nice. For those of my loyal readers who might be a tad vague on the matter,
5G is one of two things. It is either a vastly upgraded signal for my phone to
transmit to and receive from the world. Or it is the means by which Satan is
going to take control of the mortal realm… depending on whether or not the view
from your kitchen window now features a 5G mast. Not that I’m sick of seeing the crackpot posts all over social media.
I
also had an email from the nice people at Credit Karma who were rather
concerned that my credit score has gone down. Bearing in mind absolutely
nothing in my world has changed financially recently, so was I. So I logged in
and saw the score was exactly the same as it has been for the last few weeks.
What
was that all about?
Leaving
“er indoors TM” and Treacle asleep I took the puppies to the
meet-up of Ashford Dog Socialising
Group,
or “Dog Club” as I call it. There was a minor episode, but we got away
with it. Morgan peed (ever so slightly) up the leg of one of the normal
people. Said normal person didn’t notice, but a passing bulldog did. The dog
had a sniff, then on realising another dog had tiddled, he added his bit (as
dogs do). It was like a hose pipe had been turned on… The normal person
noticed that.
We
had a good time though. It was only a shame that I had to bath the puppies when
we came home as both stank of fox poo. This does raise the point that for all
that “Dog Club” takes place in a secure field, if a fox can get in…
We
settled the dogs, then went on a little shopping trip. First of all to Dobbies
to change the fish tank light for one with a plug. Then on to Bybrook Barn (as
it will always be known even though it has been called “Longacres” for a
few years now) for a few odds and sods. From there we went to the bed shop…
it wasn’t my idea. “er indoors TM” wanted a new mattress. Our
old one is getting on a bit. We got our old one eight years ago when a dodgy-looking
Geordie sidled up to me in the charity shop in Brookfield Court and said “Psst
– wanna buy a mattress”. I must admit that I wasn’t overly keen on the idea
at the time, but it lasted eight years.
We
had a look (and a go on) all sorts of mattresses today, eventually
getting one at half-price in a Black Friday deal. We got some pillows too as
they were only twelve quid reduced from forty.
The
thing arrives in a few weeks’ time. It is a shame we have to wait; dodgy
Geordie delivered his one there and then.
Once
home I installed the new light for the fish tank. It certainly looks far better
now than it did. I had some cake and a cuppa, a little snooze, and then we went
round to the abode of “My Boy TM”. Cheryl had boiled up a particularly
good bit of dinner in honour of Lacey’s birthday tomorrow.
I
scoffed far too much, and now have a belly ache…
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