I had something of a
lie-in last night, sleeping through until “er indoors TM”’s
alarm went off at seven o’clock. I let her see to the puppies, then hobbled
downstairs. I made toast and scoffed it with some ibuprofen. Whenever I hear mention of ibuprofen I think of my old
mucker Dave who died nearly fourteen years ago. His wife used to work in the
factory where the stuff was made which (in his mind) made him a leading
authority on the stuff… even though he knew pretty much nothing at all about it
and couldn’t even pronounce the word “ibuprofen” (he always called it
ibuferan).
As
I scoffed brekkie I peered into the Internet and saw consternation on the Lego
pages. It generally abounds there. But here’s a word of warning… the latest
scam to hit is people making fake old Lego kits. Mind you when I say “scam”.
the adverts being touted were quite clear on what they were selling.
Someone
or other had looked up an old Lego set from the 1970s, found exactly what
bricks came in the kit, got them all from one of many sellers, printed off a
copy of the original box and of the original instructions, and sold it all as a
reproduction. Other sellers were flogging just the newly-printed boxes (quite
openly advertised as reproductions). Bearing in mind that the boxes on
1970s Lego sets are fifty years old and consequently pretty knackered, people are
printing new boxes and selling them. Also bearing in mind mint condition
original boxes of kits from fifty years ago sell for over two thousand quid (for
just a box!!!) there’s clearly a market.
Several
people who hadn’t read the descriptions of the adverts then had the arse.
I
was reminded of an incident from over fifty years ago when my aunt got a new
food processor. As she opened it all so my mother passed over the instructions.
My aunt sneered, said that instructions were for people who didn’t know what
they were doing, and promptly sprayed cake mix all over the ceiling. If all
else fails, read the instructions, eh?
I
loaded the dogs into the car and we drove over to Henwood. “er indoors TM”
had taken her car there to get the mirror sorted so we picked her up and drove
her to her work. Three dogs who are always silent when it is just me and them
in the car went absolutely mental at the sound of her voice.
We
drove through a foggy morning to drop her off, and then drove up to Kings Wood.
Having told “er indoors TM” that it is rarely foggy at Kings
Wood (because it is so high) it was rather embarrassing to see thick
fog. But, reasoning that fog is just low clouds, rain drops out of clouds and
it never rains when it is foggy we went off for our walk… and got quite
seriously rained on.
We
met one or two other dog-walkers as we walked… and one idiot. Said idiot had
two huge dogs yanking about on leads he could barely hold. On seeing him
approaching we diverted into the woods and stood and waited (a hundred yards
away) for him to pass. He just stood at the end of the path. After a few
minutes I called out and asked if he was going to move, or if he was just
guarding the path. Without any comment he just shoved off. A passing dog-walker
coming up behind said she’d encountered him before, and said he was weird.
I
seem to attract them.
With
only a hundred yards to go before we got to the car park Bailey excelled
herself by rolling in fox poo, eating fox poo, and getting peed all over by a
big dog…
We
walked a much shorter walk than usual today, and I took a walking stick too.
Perhaps I should have rested my back, but the dogs haven’t had a decent outing
for some time, and I had a plan that after a decent walk they might sleep.
We
came home for a bath. The trouble with bath time is that no matter how tired
the dogs, bath time always sets them into a frenzy, and they come out of the
bath charging about like lunatics for fifteen minutes before they eventually
settle.
They
all got a wash. Bailey had two quite vigorous scrubs, and after fifteen minutes
of absolute mayhem they all three eventually settled. Bailey still had a fishy
whiff of fox poo about her though…
As
the dogs slept I cracked on with the ironing; what else does anyone do on a day
off? As I ironed I watched more “Star Trek: Prodigy”. For all that this
is clearly a children’s show (made by the Nickelodeon channel) it has clearly been made by
people who have actually watched Star Trek, which (sadly) is more than can be said for those who have made
many of the other new Treks.
With
ironing ironed I went off to collect “er indoors TM”. I left
a few minutes early to indulge in a spot of geocaching before picking her up. Regular
readers of this drivel may recall how that used to be such a major part of my
life; it has been two months since I last found a film pot under a rock. But I
found another one today.
I
collected “er indoors TM”, left her at the garage and got
home about half past four. In the dark. Mind you with yesterday being the
solstice the evenings should start getting lighter soon.
“er
indoors TM” got home a few minutes later. Her car wasn’t ready so the
garage have lent her a courtesy car. She seems quite impressed with it.
“er
indoors TM” carried on working from home and I had a look at the Advent Calendar. And with that looked at
(and working from home worked) we watched more Netflix whilst getting
stomach ache from scoffing too much dinner.
For a supposed day off,
it has been non-stop today. I’m going to work tomorrow for a rest… *if*
my back is any better.
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