Being wide awake far too early I thought I might take the
dogs for an early walk. It has to be said they weren’t keen on the idea. With
leads on, rather than going to the front door, all three tried to go back to
bed.
But we set off to the woods. There were more cars in the
car park than usual, and we met a few people as we walked…
We met a Great Dane who was terrified of the puppies.
Showing fear to Morgan is never a good idea. Then we had a shouting match with
two greyhounds. And on the uphill bit we met a Labrador who wanted to play with
Bailey. All was fine when the Labrador was being chased, but whenever anyone
chases Bailey she screams like a small child who is being murdered. The woman
with the Labrador was terrified, and then Morgan flew out of a hedge and
started sticking up for his sister. All very noisy and no one was in any way
touched, let alone hurt, but all arse-ache that I didn’t need.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio were talking about
how water bills look set to soar. It is no
secret that ever since the water companies were privatized their priority has
been making money and they’ve made no investment in looking after what is their
sole reason for being. Which is delivering clean water and taking away used
water and sewage.
Some idiot from one water company or other was trying to
say the public should pay to fix the knacked infrastructure and got rather
aggressive when asked what was the point of having water companies if not to do
the job of a water company.
I then popped into town. Peacocks had pants. They also had
a broken escalator. The nice lady said the escalator had been broken for five
years (which shows how long it is since I was last in there) and added
that the escalator company doesn’t make the bit that was broken any more, so it
will never be fixed.
From there I went to the bank. I was rather concerned that
all the money from the sale of Dad’s house was just sitting there. Having had
no end of problems with the bank over the years I went in fully expecting to
close the account and take my money elsewhere, but they were incredibly
helpful. I set up a savings account and an ISA with them.
I came home, and over a croissant and coffee had a look at
my bank account on-line. I sent a bung to “er indoors TM” and
to my mother-in-law, and having spent the thick end of a squillion quid the
bank then flatly refused to allow me to send Cheryl a tenner.
I had a little doze with the dogs on the sofa, and then “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
arrived. “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” was taking “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” to the dentist. Littlun slept for a
bit, and once she woke we went for a bit of McDinner. McDonalds was the
quietest I’ve ever seen it. Littlun likes dipping chips in ketchup, it kept her
occupied for the best part of an hour.
We
then came home. I sang along to “Down by the Bay” and “Darcie Waa
Waa TM” snogged dogs until “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
returned. “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM” seemed a
tad woozy; I blame the sedation.
As we’d been singing “Down by the Bay” the post had arrived
with dad’s final water bill. Eleven pounds and nine pence. With Southern
Water’s automated bill-paying system poggered, paying the bill took some doing.
Perhaps they need to invest in that part of their infrastructure too?
I slobbed about watching an episode of “Shameless” until “er indoors TM” finished
work, then we got the dogs onto their leads. Despite the road closure at Bilsington
we made our way to Dymchurch for this evening’ geo-meet. It was good to catch
up with old friends and make some new ones.
We came home via the chip shop – they don’t give it away
these days, do they?
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