I slept well and finally woke after a nightmare in which “er
indoors TM” had decided that cactuses would make good pond
plants.
I made toast and had my usual trawl through the Internet.
Knowing that several friends had birthdays today I was ready to post out
birthday wishes… no one had a birthday today. What had I been thinking? There
was quite a bit on pride in Yorkshire and Scotland evident on my Facebook feed
this morning. I can never work out why so many Scots and Yorkshiremen are *so*
proud of their homeland but choose to live in Kent.
Mind you I did smile at the story I read of the (ex-)
Kentish man who persuaded Thurrock council to invest tens of millions of their
money in his business… Well, not so much “invest” as “hand over”.
The chap bought a private jet (among other things) out of the money he
ripped off from the council. He’s now living the high life abroad whilst the
council is effectively bankrupt. Democracy, eh? Rather than electing the sort
of person who stands for local council, why don’t we as a “democracy”
appoint people who aren’t quite so gullible to run things?
I drove the dogs up to Kings Wood. Bearing in mind the
amount of rain we’ve had recently I thought the paths there might be less mucky
than at Orlestone.
They were.
Kings Wood isn’t *that* much further away than
Orlestone really. And when the roads are clear it doesn’t take much longer to
get there. We had a good walk; we only met one other dog walker – I say “walker”;
the chap was running. The pups tried to join in with his run but they soon came
back to the sound of the whistle. When it works, whistle training is rather
impressive to watch.
We also tried “posing for the camera” again; it is still
very much a work in progress.
With walk walked we had a cuppa (and pastries) and I
spent a little time looking at my latest obsession that will never happen - a
world cruise. Take this one for example
– a hundred days away. It works out at a hundred quid a day which ain’t bad I
suppose, but for all that it is a “world cruise”, only twenty-nine of
the days involve doing any touristy-stuff. Seventy-one days are spent on the
boat sailing. I’d go stir-crazy.
“er indoors TM” has found a cruise
going from Dover to the Isles of Scilly (via Guernsey) and back over a
week. That might do for next summer if we can find a dog-sitter.
And then I went to work for the late shift. I’d rather do
an early given a choice… shame that I wasn’t…
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