I slept better last night. The snotty nose has gone, and
the coughing has pretty much subsided. Sadly, to counteract this all three dogs
have taken to sleeping across the bed (rather than down it) in order to
maximise space taken up.
I got up, made toast, and had a little look at the
Internet. It was still there. There was some really bitter quarrelling about
last night’s episode of “Star Trek: Picard” in some of the star Trek
related Facebook groups. After nearly forty years involvement in Star Trek
fandom, it has always been one big argument; it really does seem that every
single person watching the show is watching something very different to
everyone else. But these days the most vocal are those who play the video game
“Star Trek On-Line” in which you make your own little space ship, and more
and more people are getting angry that their little space ship isn’t the star
of the show.
I had an email from the pond filter people. Bearing in mind
the filter that arrived yesterday was a day late they refunded the postage
fees. And they gave me a five per cent refund too. As they should(!) I
felt their website was a bit cheeky in that when you logged in it gave you a
code to enter at checkout offering a five per cent reduction, but when I came
to use the code, it didn’t work.
Being a Saturday we drove the dogs round to Repton Manor.
Normally we’d have listened to Steve on the radio, but he was on holiday. Last
week his stand-in wasn’t that good, so we left the radio off and listened to my
MP3 player instead.
We were early to Dog Club today, and had a rather good
time. I like Dog Club in that the people who go know about dogs. Take a little
incident today for example. Suddenly everyone’s heads flew round as Bailey
started screaming. She was underneath two Great Danes who were bearing down on
her. At first sight it looked like there was a tiny dog being savagely attacked
by two huge dogs. However in reality Bailey had been playing chase with the two
Great Danes, and the screaming on being captured was a total over-reaction. The
big dogs then turned and ran off, and Bailey charged after them in hot pursuit.
If she was in any trouble or difficulty she wouldn’t have chased them, nor
would she have continued the game for the rest of Dog Club.
I can’t help but wonder how many people (who don’t know
what dogs are like) see this sort of thing happening and immediately assume
the worst?
As “er indoors TM” washed mud (and
other foul stuff) from the dogs I popped to the shop for croissants which
we scoffed with a cuppa, then I had a little measure-up of various buckets to
find one to put the new pond filter into.
I then activated the Adventure lab series at Singleton
Lake, and we set off to Singleton Barn for the monthly geo-meet-up which (for
the sixth time) I was hosting.
It is difficult for me to be impartial, but I think we had
a rather good meet-up. Despite there having been only a dozen “will attend”
logs, I’m told there were thirty-five people along. It was really good to catch
up with old friends and talk geo-stuff with new friends. And I got a hint for a geo-puzzle with which I’ve been
struggling for nearly two years.
After a quick bit of shopping we came home, and despite the
hint I was still unable to solve the puzzle…
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