With
“er indoors TM” and the dogs up in the attic room with “Darcie
Waa Waa TM” I had a rather good night’s sleep. As I made toast
this morning Morgan and Bailey came downstairs, went outside, did their “thing”
and went back to the attic room.
I
sat and scoffed brekkie; making the most of the peace and quiet before the
chaos. As I scoffed toast I smiled at the Internet. There was consternation on
one of the atheist meme pages I follow on Facebook. Someone who had posted some
anti-religion meme had had her Facebook profile attacked by a load of angry
Christians. Apparently. I’m not sure how one goes about attacking a Facebook
profile; presumably having God on your side makes it easier (or possible).
And my nephew sent me a link to the official trailer for the upcoming Doctor Who episode(s). It looks rather like
Alexei Sayle’s blockbuster spectacular “Things Exploding”; it looks rather
good, but then trailers do. Personally I wish they hadn’t brought back David
Tennant and Catherine Tate. Am I being cynical in thinking that the writers
have done so because they need something pretty damn spectacular to recover
from the utterly dire last season?
I
sent out birthday wishes, downloaded bank statements then the family came
downstairs,,,
We
spent a pleasant hour crawling round the floor, chasing dogs, singing silly
songs and feeding toast to the dogs. Neither “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
nor dogs like marmite on toast.
“er indoors TM” took “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
home and I spent an hour in the garden. I harvested dog turds, hung out the
washing, harvested dog turds, started mowing the lawn, harvested dog turds,
continued mowing the lawn, harvested dog turds... You wouldn’t believe how much
dung three small dogs can generate.
With lawn mowed I pruned plants and bionically burned weeds. The bionic burner I bought a few months ago does kill
the weeds, but unlike the marketing blurb would have me believe, the weeds do
keep coming back. But a few minutes blasting the thing around achieves the same
as what I would do scrabbling on my hands and knees for half an hour.
After
an hour or so “er indoors TM” returned and I stopped
gardening. I was knackered. We had a cuppa, settled the dogs and drove up to
Maidstone where we met “My Boy TM” and Cheryl. As it is his
birthday soon we thought we might have a bit of fun today. I had no idea what
to expect; I’d never even heard of the place before. “Prison Island” was really
good fun.
The
first bit was an hour in a series of rooms in which we faced various puzzles
and tasks. I hesitate to mention any telly shows or say anything which might give
the wrong impression, but after a couple of minutes I seriously expected to see
Richard O’Brien running along next to me. In our hour we managed to try fifteen
of over twenty games. In retrospect I think my biggest mistake was that it
never occurred to me that I might stand up in the ball pit.
The second part was perhaps the craziest crazy golf I’ve ever
played. I shall certainly be going back again.
From Prison Island we drove out to the Toby Carvery for far
too much to eat. And a pudding. I gave myself a stomach ache.
I
took a few photos this afternoon.
We got home, woke the dogs, and watched an episode of “Lego
Masters: USA” in which the contestants had eight hours to build a Lego
pirate ship. Regular readers of this drivel may recall that last winter I built one…
it took me months.
And then I had a look at those bank statements I downloaded
earlier. The fifty quid worth of new T-shirts and pants and stuff I got for the
summer holiday still hasn’t appeared on my credit card statement. And the
combined leccie and gas bill is now over forty quid a month less than it was.
Bearing in mind I worked yesterday, today’s been a rather
good weekend.
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