I slept like a log last night. I was eventually woken by
Bailey licking my nose, and having woken me up she went back to sleep. Being
suddenly wide awake I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was
still there. Some people were whinging about how the Munzee servers had crashed
yesterday, and others were gloating that the servers at geocaching dot com
hadn’t. There are some hunters of Tupperware who are incredibly anti-Munzee in
exactly the same way that some Conservative voters hate the Labour party, and
some supporters of Manchester United FC hate Liverpool FC. A tribal thing where
it isn’t enough that your chosen team does well; the other team has to be seen
to be doing badly.
I gently pointed out that the huge mainframes at Munzee HQ
actually do far more than those at geocaching dot com, and without third-party
software, geocaching dot com would have been dead in the water years ago.
No one replied to that.
Seeing
the forecast rain wasn’t due until the mid-afternoon I put some washing in, got
dressed and went into the garden. Having landscaped the rockery behind the pond
last week, “My Boy TM” had given me a rather better idea, and
so I stripped out the rockery and made it look different; if not better.
Rearranging the rocks took an hour; far shorter than I’d thought it would. So
with time on my hands I got the dead cordyline into the compost and the new one
into its pot.
Pausing
only briefly to harvest even more dog dung (how do three small dogs generate
so much dung?) I then rolled out the new hose I’d bought in the week for
fish-pond filter cleaning. Rather than sending me two ten-metre lengths, the
nice people had sent one twenty metre length. That was something of a result.
With
no sign of the rain I then walked the dogs over to “My Boy TM”’s
house to collect my car from where I’d left it yesterday, and then had another
idea about rearranging the rockery.
“er indoors TM” set off to visit
family; with the forecast rain due I went indoors and set about the ironing
whilst watching three episodes of “Shameless”. As I ironed I had half an
eye on the weather, waiting for the forecast rain that never came.
“er indoors TM” came home and sorted a
good bit of dinner. As we scoffed we watched more of “The Great”.
And I’m off to bed now… aching from a busy day.
And that forecast rain still hasn’t come…
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