I woke to the sound of one of the dogs getting off the bed
and trotting downstairs. Bearing in mind that is how they ask to go to the loo
I got up and let Morgan (as it turned out to be) out. He wasn’t keen to
go out as it was drizzling, but out he went.
As I was up I got on with my morning. I made toast and
scoffed it as I peered into the Internet. It was still there. I rolled my eyes
as I saw the flat Earth argument from yesterday was still going on. People who
openly admitted they lived hundreds of miles from any coastline (and who had
never seen the sea) were demanding that I was wrong in claiming that you
can see the curvature of the Earth on the sea’s horizon.
Isn’t the Internet brilliant – you can get into the most
petty and bitter of arguments over the most inconsequential and trivial of
matters with people you have never met and never will.
I left that Facebook group… it was a weird one anyway.
I had two more dubious
friend requests on Facebook. One from someone who I can only describe as “Batman
gone wrong”, and one from someone who must be a bit thick. Claiming to be
called “Jenet Marry” it has actually used a photo from an Internet model – the
model’s name was still on the photo it used.
The rain was showing no sign of letting up, so leaving “er indoors TM” and Treacle
at home I took the puppies to Dog Club. Attendance was noticeably down because
of the rain, but those dogs that were there had a great time (as the humans
huddled under trees for shelter). The white dogs who had been to the
groomer yesterday rolled in the mud, and both Morgan and Bailey found holes in
the fencing and escaped Dog Club; Bailey escaping twice. And on both occasions
the escapees had returned to where they were supposed to be by the time I’d got
to where they had escaped to.
But it was muddy and wet and cold. Bailey was shivering so
we came home five minutes earlier than usual. As we drove home Steve was doing
the mystery year contest on the radio. I had it narrowed down to any time
between 1977 and 1985 when he mentioned that this was the year that the
eleven-part Brideshead Revisited drama series was released. I knew that year –
1981.
With the puppies scrubbed and all dogs settled we had a
cuppa and I spent an hour or so working on my next Wheri-project before “er
indoors TM” and I set off to a pub near Capstone for the monthly
geocacher’s meet-up. It was good to catch up with old friends. Back in the day
we would meet up every month without fail, but lockdown put paid to our
meet-ups. They are slowly catching on again… but so slowly.
Despite having had only half the beer I had yesterday I
slept all the way home.
Once home I popped over the road to the shop. As I stood at
the counter so two drunk pyjama-clad women came in shouting “alcohol-wine- alcohol-wine“.
The woman behind the counter asked if she could help them, and the two piss-heads
seemed surprised that the woman behind the counter spoke English.
I got some KFC flavoured crisps which tasted almost (but
not entirely) utterly unlike KFC.
As
I scoffed (supposedly) KFC flavoured crisps I mad a start on a Lego
model – the Bonsai tree I got for a birthday pressie.
There’s
no denying I got cross with it. It was rather fiddly and the instructions weren’t
at all clear. But now it is done I’m quite pleased with it. The pink and white blossom
can be changed for green leaves; I expect I shall change them over at some
point.
As I got cross with the Lego so “My Boy TM” and
Cheryl arrived with flowers for “er indoors TM” for Mother’s
Day. It was good to catch up with them. It was a shame that Treacle got rather
nasty with Ro-Ro, and I would be intrigued to know just what crimes Lacey had
committed; she and Cheryl were having quite the spat on the phone.
Having eaten at the geocacher’s meet-up earlier, we
contented ourselves with a bowl of rice pudding for dinner whilst watching “The
Great Pottery Throw-Down”.
Today has been a rather busy one…
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