With
no alarm set I slept through until half past seven. I got up, made toast and
had a look at the Internet. It was still there. Today’s Facebook feed featured
loads of pictures of children dressed for “World Book Day”. You’d think
that on World Book Day” children would read books, wouldn’t you? You
would be wrong. Apparently World Book Day” is a chance for parents to
get incredibly competitive as they send their children to school dressed as
their favourite literary character… and if the parents or the children don’t
realise that “Emmett” from “the Lego Movie” or “Elsa” from
“Frozen” are from books, then that don’t matter.
There’s
a very good rant on the matter here.
I’ll
just make the observation that had “My Boy TM” or “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” ever had this nonsense they would have been
sent to school in their usual school uniforms, and if anyone asked they would
had said that they were “The Children Whose Daddy Couldn’t Be Arsed”.
I
took the dogs out… Bearing in mind it is still too muddy for Orlestone we went
to Kings Wood and explored some parts of the wood we’ve not been in before. As
we walked we met a nice Canadian lady and her dog. The dogs all played nicely,
and got given dried liver treats too. That was something of a result.
As
we walked back to the car we saw some familiar faces. Some hunters of
Tupperware were in search of the caches I’d put in the woods last weekend. It
was good to catch up.
With
dogs in the boot I gave them their usual treat, and then saw Morgan’s neck… It
wasn’t as bad as I thought. When I got him into the bath it was clear that what
I’d thought was fox poo was actually mud, but he got a good scrubbing
nonetheless.
I settled the pups and
drove down to Folkestone. “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” was
having a driving lesson and I got to look after “Darcie Waa Waa TM”.
I was reliably informed that she likes “Princess Power”, but she didn’t
seem that impressed to me. We put on episodes of “Bebefin” until she
fell asleep. I fell asleep too.
We
were woken by the doorbell. Someone claiming to be a health visitor… Bearing in
mind “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” was out I sent this woman
packing assuming she was some sort of fake. Two minutes later she returned with
“Daddy’s Little Angel TM”; it turned out she was genuine. But
she seemed impressed that I’d not let her in; that showed I was looking out for
WaaWaa… as if I wouldn’t look out for her?
Leaving
“Daddy’s Little Angel TM” with her visitor I came home and
rang British Gas. Earlier in the week some third party had wanted me to pay
them for the outstanding gas bill at Dad’s house. A month ago I’d set up a
direct debit with British Gas, so I phoned them to see what was going on. “Queen”
told me that apparently that direct debit failed (?) I suggested that maybe they might have let me know; “Queen”
said she was surprised that they hadn’t. But the bill is paid for now.
I then spent a couple
of hours ironing whilst watching episodes of “Downton Abbey” in which
Lady Sybil croaked, which cast rather a pall on the goings-on.
“er indoors TM” came home with a new
haircut (apparently) and as she got busy in the kitchen I watched an
episode of “Ancient Aliens” in which it was claimed that in World War
Two the German Reich had access to alien technology… Didn’t help them much, did
it?
As
we scoffed dinner we watched something new (to us). “Stath Lets Flats”
was first aired in 2018 and is rather good.
I’ve
has a very busy day off… I’m worn out.
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