I slept through till half past six this morning, which was
something of a result. As I lay awake I had a stroke of genius (I have those
from time to time). With another hot day forecast I thought I might get the
garden chores done before it got too warm. So I ran out the hose to top up the
pond, put a load of washing in, ran out the waste hose for the pond filter and
cleaned that out. I spent a few minutes harvesting dog dung, pulled weeds out
of the gravel and thought better of getting the lawn mower out. At half past
seven I decided to stop as I was dripping sweat.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet.
Facebook took an absolute age to load again. It starts up, and then hangs on a
“Facebook from Meta” page; “Meta” being the parent company as if
anyone cares at all about that. These companies have a vastly over-inflated
opinion of themselves, don’t they? Look at the start of any film you might
watch on the telly or at the cinema. “A Bizz Tiddly production in co
operation with Wazzo films made by a grant from the arsebiscuits corporation… “
No one cares.
Eventually the Internet got working and I saw that I had
another dodgy friend request this
morning. Every few days I get a friend request featuring either aggressive
-looking women or effeminate-looking men all of whom are peddling porn. Today’s
one claimed to be “your abuser or your saver” and had written “Address
me as Mistress Super Villainess, elegant bully & Financial sadist”. I
suppose they somehow make money out of it. They won’t from me though.
Interestingly this one’s left foot appeared to be on its
right leg and appeared to be missing a toe. I expect that could be a
conversation starter at those socially awkward moments.
I then hung out washing, rolled in the hose pipes and
cleared more dog poo… as I was hanging out the washing three small dogs had
seen that the garden was devoid of dung and had rectified the situation.
We settled the dogs and went out for a little mission.
Bearing in mind the epic adventure they had had yesterday and how hot the
forecast for today was, a quiet day would do them good.
We drove up to the town centre and met old friends for what
is becoming a regular catch-up over brekkie. We scoffed and chatted and put the
world to rights for an hour, then went on a little shopping spree. To “The Works”
to get jigsaw puzzles. Personally I can’t stand jigsaw puzzles, but mother-in-law
is rather keen on them.
And having got a couple of jigsaw puzzles we set off to
visit mother-in-law; today was her eighty-first birthday. She seemed well.
As we chatted I noticed my Dad’s sister walking past the
window, so I ran outside and bellowed “HELLO AUNTIE LINDA” up the
street, Some of my earliest memories are Auntie Linda saying how she hates
being called “Auntie” so I never turn down a chance to do so.
Having caught up with family members I see far too
infrequently we set off homewards. We’d taken a rather circuitous route to Hastings
because of the road closures, but it turned out that there hadn’t been any road
closures. Oh, how we laughed when we found out.
We took the direct route home, pausing only briefly at the
farm shop. Once home we woke the dogs, and alternated between sitting under the
parasol in the garden and telling Treacle off for randomly barking for
absolutely no reason whatsoever.
I wish Morgan (and all of them) would drink the clean
fresh water we put down for them, and not drink from the pond…
Soon be dinner time… some rather good scoff from the farm
shop and cherry cider from the farm shop too.
No comments:
Post a Comment