After yesterday’s vaccinations (one in each arm) I
woke with my left arm aching and my right arm was fine. What was that all
about?
As I made toast I saw that the clock in the kitchen had
stopped. What is it with stopped clocks? Whenever one has stopped at home or at
work I notice it all the time, but when it is running I’m not conscious of ever
even looking at the thing.
I sparked up my lap-top and peered into the Internet.
Facebook was crawling with posts about some tree that had got chopped down in
Scotland. Am I being cynical in wondering if more than one or two of the dozens
of people posting about the tree had ever heard of it before, let alone seen it.
I certainly hadn’t. There’s a lot of this on the Internet – post up about some
bandwagon or other and everyone jumps on it.
Someone else asked about good places to go for a walk – I
suggested Orlestone and Kings Wood; someone else immediately claimed both
places were ideal places for getting a car broken into. Seriously? I’ve been
going to both for years and never heard of any issues there. I said as much…
and the chap who’d said about break ins then said he’d never actually been to
either but had a vague inkling that he’d heard rumours.
Isn’t the Internet wonderful…
Being Saturday we loaded up the dogs and drove round to
Repton for Dog Club. We had a great time running and charging about. Little
Lilly who was so nervous and reactive a few weeks ago is coming on in leaps and
bounds. The two Spaniels who came for their first time last week (and just
barked in nervous terror) were in the thick of all the games. And a tiny
dachshund who came for her first time today had a whale of a time.
As we came home we listened to Steve’s Mystery Year
competition on the radio. As we’d driven to Dog Club there was a competition to
name a tune being played backwards – it was Super Trooper by Abba. Go me. And I
got the Mystery Year too – 1992. As we messaged to Steve, that year was famous
for being the late Queen’s horrible
anus.
Once home I ran out the pond hose pipe, rigged it to the
filter and had the filter cleaned out and all the accessories away in just
under twenty-five minutes. Pond filter cleaning with the pressure filter is so
much easier than it used to be. All I need now is a round pole to act as a
spindle for my big reel thing.
Just as I’d tidied up I had a message. Someone had left the
padlocks at Dog Club locked. Yes. I had. Deliberately. I thought if I left them
open then passing herberts might nick them, and that whoever locks up might use
their key to open the padlocks prior to locking up. However it turns out that
Dog Club only has one key to the gates (the one in my pocket) and that
locking up is dependent on me leaving the locks open.
Woops.
I popped back to Dog Club where the big dogs session was in
full swing and unlocked.
I came home via Waitrose as I thought we deserved Belgian
buns. Two Belgian buns from Waitrose was just under a quid cheaper than the
co-op.
We drove down to
Folkestone to collect “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”, “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” and “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
(and Pogo). We brought them home and after a sandwich and a “Feed The
Fish” ceremony we went round to the park. We’d heard the council had spent
(literally) millions doing up the park, and they had. New
climbing frames, trampolines, swings, zip lines… there were hundreds of people
at the new play area and we spent over an hour there with the littluns. You
really don’t mind paying council tax when it is spent on projects like that.
Eventually
we were played out and come home for a KFC dinner, and then spent a little
while watching Lube-Tube videos. Baby songs and gallium and crochet… the
evening passed rather quickly.
“Darcie Waa Waa TM”
is asleep; “Stormageddon – Bringer of
Destruction TM” is doing crochet with his grandmother. Pogo
hasn’t screamed for at least fifteen minutes. I’m rather exhausted with it all…
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