I slept reasonably well I suppose, but was awake earlier
than I might have liked. I made toast, and as always looked at a rather dull
Internet. Pretty much nothing at all had happened overnight, which was a shame.
No squabbles or petty backbiting… all rather dull.
However I had an email to say that the twenty metres of
hose for cleaning out the new pond filter had been dispatched. I must admit I
wasn’t happy. I ordered through Amazon because Amazon will deliver it to my
door. However the seller (that *wasn’t* actually Amazon) had posted it
using Royal Mail, and from bitter experience I know that Royal Mail aren’t
averse to driving past the house, claiming I wasn’t in, and expecting me to go
to some obscure depot miles away. But in readiness for when the hose arrives, I
watched some You-Tube videos about cleaning the filter. It looks
straightforward enough… here’s hoping.
Being a Saturday morning we took the dogs round to Dog
Club. There was a rather good turn-out, but everyone stayed at the top of the
field; no one ventured down into the swamp. I took a few photos as I do.
We came home, had a cold cross bun and a cuppa, and then I
set off to work a little earlier than I might have done. As I'd scoffed my cold
cross bun I'd seen a photo on the Facebook Garden Ponds (UK) group which
had given me an idea. I was planning to do a bit of landscaping round the pond
tomorrow anyway, and having seen this piccie I needed (wanted) some
flattish rocks.
I thought I'd have time to pop to Bybrook Barn to get some.
The roads were heaving and what I thought would be a five
minute drive took me half an hour. I got to Bybrook Barn and ended up asking
the staff to make an announcement over the loudspeakers. In all honesty there
couldn't have been more than three or four people in the place who actually
realised that they weren't the only customers in the place. People were
blundering about, randomly stopping for no reason whatsoever, and crashing
head-on into other shoppers as though they were invisible. The chap on the
counter agreed with me; they really did need to be told to open their eyes and
look at the world around them. But (he admitted) he wasn't brave enough
to tell them.
And then when I got to the tills there was some chap who
was trying to push in at every till despite his wife telling him he had to join
the queues like everyone else had done.
There's no denying that my piss was boiling as I drove out
of the car park; it cooled as I sang along (very loudly) to Ivor Biggun
songs.
Pausing only briefly in Sissinghurst for a steak and
stilton pasty I was soon at work.
There’s no denying that I sulked as I worked today. I had
planned to go to the Kent Lego Show in Medway
today.
And failing that I could have rallied the troops to go to
the London Calling geocaching
event.
I could have spent time swimming with the grandchildren.
Instead I was working.
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