I woke in the night (that’s nothing unusual) and lay
awake listening to the sound of the rain on the window. On the one hand the
garden needs the rain (you know you are old when you think that!); on
the other hand it can make for a messy dog walk.
I got up, put washing in to scrub, made brekkie and had a look at the geo-puzzle I mentioned
yesterday. I’d asked a friend for a pointer… I won’t give away anything about
the pointer I was given, but I will say that the ideas I had been working on
were as much use as the broadcast dates of episodes of “Batman” would
have been to a puzzle based on the colours of the rainbow.
And then I had a little look at the Internet and today’s
petty bickering was about the carbon footprint of Ron and Russel Mael who (as
“Sparks”) are currently touring Europe. Some people really do go through
life looking for stuff to quarrel about.
I’d been meaning to look for T shirts on Amazon for some
time. There were some nice ones on there for only six quid… with eight quid
postage. Twelve quid’s worth of T shirt would have cost me twenty-eight quid.
So I tried eBay. T shirts billed at a fiver each suddenly jumped to a tenner
when you selected the size I need.
Much as I’d rather not, I think I will try Matalan.
I then had a totally unprovoked melt-down about my
fudge-dog.
Having had a rather productive (if
also frustrating) week solving geo-puzzles it was time to go find the
caches… Together with “er indoors TM” we took the dogs to the
Romney Marsh for a little walk before it got too hot, and we then took a rather
circuitous drive home. The dogs seemed to like walking somewhere different; I
won’t say too much about where we walked or the route we took home though… It’s
a geo-secret (!)
Once home the dogs were
soon fast asleep, and with them settled we drove down to Folkestone where “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” was getting a tattoo done and so we were in
charge of supervising “Darcie Waa Waa TM” (“Stormageddon –
Bringer of Destruction TM” being with his Dad).
We took favourite youngest granddaughter (and Pogo)
for a little walk along the Leas, There were a few spots of rain, but it was a
warm afternoon so we braved the rain. I was glad we did. As we walked we saw a
brass band playing on the bandstand. A brass band – on a bandstand at the sea
front. How “fifty years ago” was that? As we walked past they were
playing “Moon River” rather well. I found myself stopping and listening.
And then I realized that little “Darcie Waa Waa TM” was
having a boogie to the band’s music and Pogo was staring in utter fascination.
We sat down and listened to the band (in the drizzle) for
about twenty minutes.
“Daddy’s Little Angel TM” sent a message; her
tattoo was done. It looked rather good I thought. She was hungry, so we had a
very late McLunch, then came home.
Being Father’s Day “er indoors TM” set off to
see her dad. I didn’t go. I’d felt rather iffy when we’d driven down to the
marsh earlier, and after the day’s exertions I felt decidedly iffy.
I spent the evening staring at the telly feeling
progressively more and more grim. I can only compare it to a day in Greece and
a day in Turkey when I was decidedly under the weather. Heat stroke?
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