As I peered into
Facebook this morning I saw I had yet another friend request from another
rather dubious young lady. I’ve now created an
album on Facebook into which I am going to put pictures of these people,
and a description of their antics. I won’t put up any links they send me. One
thing I have established is that it is quite acceptable for them to advertise
their filth, but my posting their link when flagging it to the Facebook Feds
contravenes Facebook’s so-called “community standards”.
I
walked the dogs round the block, then settled in front of the telly and watched
“Star Trek: Discovery”. As we watched so there was a knock at the door.
The bits for my CPAP machine had arrived. But they had taken longer to arrive
from Canterbury than Lego had taken to get from Chicago earlier in the week.
With
the puppies settled I took Treacle to the vet for her annual check-up and
vaccinations. She wasn’t at all keen on it.
The
vet took an age going at her chest with his stethoscope, and eventually
concluded that he wasn’t sure that she didn’t have a chest murmur, but said it
was nothing to worry about. He also said she needs proper teeth brushing and
should see the nutritionist for “weight control dog food”, but other
than that she was in good shape for a dog of her age.
I dropped Treacle back
at home then drove down to Folkestone where I spent five minutes Munzing. What
with today being the start of the Clan War I really wanted to get a Qrate. I
got two. And then I supervised “Darcie Waa Waa TM” whilst “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” had a driving lesson. Mind you when I say “supervised”
I really mean “got slept on”. She was asleep the entire time.
There
was talk of McDonalds after “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM”
got home from school, but I gave that a miss, headed home, collected the pups
and took them up to Kings Wood where we walked our usual circuit. We had a good
walk; Bailey disappeared at one point, but I gave three quick blasts on the
whistle and she came running.
There
was an odd incident just after the half-way point. Morgan started barking;
there was a chap and his dog about fifty yards behind us. With a long straight
path we would have seen them coming from quite a way away. They weren’t walking
very fast, and there were no other footpaths from which they might have
appeared. So how did they creep up on us so fast? After a couple of minutes I
turned round expecting to see them about to overtake us, and they weren’t there
any more. There were no footpaths off of the track we were on. Had they decided
to stomp through the woods we would have heard them. Where had they gone?
What
was that all about? Had we seen a pair of ghosts?
Equally
odd was something we saw when we were just about three-quarters of the way
round. About half a mile from the two car parks was a rather large pile of
rubbish which had been fly-tipped. Bearing in mind the vehicular access to the
place is only open to those with keys, someone had presumably carried all the
rubbish about a mile into the wood.
Why
would anyone do that ?
We
came home and settled in front of the telly. With the puppies somewhat subdued
I took a photo to send to the nice lady from whom we got them. I send her
little “pupdates” from time to time. As the dogs settled and snored I made
myself comfortable watching drivel on UK Gold… “er indoors TM”
woke us up when she came home.
She
then boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching
more “Junior Bake Off”; a good show, but (just occasionally) you
can see it gets a little too much for the contestants. They are only little kids…
Today was a day off – I’m
worn out.
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