Once Treacle finally
shut up (four woofing fits at bed time for absolutely no reason whatsoever!)
I got to try out the new mattress. It wasn’t bad, I suppose. The trouble is
that after yesterday’s debacle, I really don’t want the thing and would quite
happily throw it away and write off the cost. Isn’t that petty of me?
Mind
you the mattress is a lot thicker than the old one, and I fell out of bed
rather than got up this morning.
The
dogs were a little excitable this morning so we went for an early walk…
although it was cold, we weren’t out early enough; the roads were solid with
traffic. I had this plan to go up to Kings Wood, but having queued for fifteen
minutes and only moved a hundred yards, and with still about a mile to the
motorway’s roundabout I changed plans. The mud in Orlestone Woods would be
frozen, so we went there instead.
As
we drove down so the pundits on the radio were giving very mixed messages. On
the one hand there was righteous indignation about the nurses going on strike
yesterday. And on the other hand there was consternation about nurses having to
get hand-outs from food banks because they can afford to keep their families
either warm or fed, but not both.
We
got to the woods. We’ve not been there for some time (since
18th October) and the about of forestry work that had
happened was amazing. So many trees had been felled. We did our usual circuit,
and sure enough the usually phenomenally muddy bits were still phenomenally
muddy but were frozen solid, so we didn’t get too mucky. But Morgan was
something of a pain. In Kings Wood the path from the car park goes directly
away from the road. In Orlestone Woods it runs parallel with the road (albeit
a hundred yards away through the woods) for a while, and as we came back to
the car so Morgan ran through the woods and across the road. He’s done that
before. And there’s another part of Orlestone where he runs amok too. He’s as
good as gold in Kings Wood, but goes mental at Orlestone.
Such
a shame.
We
came home for a late brekkie. As I scoffed so the dogs snored and I had a look
at the Internet. The bed company had the cheek to ask me to fill in a customer
satisfaction questionnaire… I wasn’t polite.
They
also sent a second email an hour or so later asking me to fill out a second
questionnaire about the actual delivery…
I
also had an email from the power company. They estimate that next year I will
use two pounds ninety-three pence more leccie and nine pence less gas compared
to this year… Bearing in mind the soaring energy costs I’m rather sceptical
about their estimates.
I
spent a few minutes trying to sort out getting rid of the old mattress… getting
shot of it don’t come cheap. I put it up on the freebie websites and asked the
bulk waste removal company if they took mattresses.
They
never replied. If any of my loyal readers want a mattress…
“er
indoors TM” came home shortly after mid-day and the dogs were *so*
pleased to see her. They make no secret as to who is their favourite.
There
was so much we could have done today, but everywhere is still icy from Monday’s
snow and it is so cold. So we slobbed in front of the telly watching National
Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation whilst watching the SmartMeter’s dial fly as
we’d put the living room heater on.
We watched a couple of
episodes of “The Crown” over a rather good curry… I’ve had a rather good
couple of days off work cuddled up on the sofa with the dogs. I didn’t get any
of the things done which I had planned. I’m blaming the snow for that.
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