I had a rather bad night. Wanting to ensure that “Darcie Waa Waa
TM” was asleep so as not to disturb her when I came up with the
dogs, I waited for the “all-clear” from “er indoors TM” which came at half past
eleven. I went up at midnight. As did the dogs who made a bee-line to the top
bedroom, weren’t impressed to find the door (deliberately) closed and
all started whinging. I gathered the dogs, marched them to my bedroom, closed
the door and formally ordered silence.
At
two o’clock I was changing the bedding as one of them (possibly Bailey)
had a “potty emergency” and couldn’t get to the lino-ed area by the back
door. We then stomped and paced and thrashed about until I gave up, marched
them all downstairs and I watched an episode of “Foundation” until it
got light outside.
I
hung the washed bedspread on the line, then peered into the Internet. There was
talk of a pub crawl round London with some old friends on one of the Facebook
Groups I follow… ten selected pubs over five miles… Sadly in London and at
London prices, by the time you’d got the train there and thrown in a kebab
there wouldn’t be much change out of a hundred quid and nothing but a few
photos and a headache to show for the day. Mind you if it goes ahead I shall be
there.
I sent out a couple of birthday wishes, then on hearing “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
shouting “Dog Dog Dog” I turned off the laptop and prepared for the
onslaught.
The morning went rather painlessly. We had a brekkie of
Tesco’s Choco Hoops. We both had a bowl of the things. I scoffed all of mine
myself, littlun threw quite a few of hers at the dogs. Whilst “er indoors TM”
got dressed, I sang the wrong words to various Lube-Tube (!) songs to
littlun’s amusement, then I drove us all down to Rye Harbour where we met
father-in-law and we went for a little walk out to the estuary and back again.
Rye Harbour is a pretty place to walk around, but with today being low tide
there wasn’t any chance of seeing seals. And the place does heave with normal
people. Half of the normal people had dogs off of the leads which were marching
up to everyone, and all of these people were rather shocked when Treacle firmly
told all of their dogs off. The other half of the normal people had small
children on bicycles…
Have you ever seen a small child on a bicycle? There are
two schools of thought about small children on bicycles. Either you demand that
they cycle at walking pace and pretend to be surprised when they keep falling
off. Or you stick stabilizers on the bike, keep shouting at the child and watch
(with a stupid expression on your face) as the child who is staring back
at you cycles straight into oncoming pedestrians. Time and time again.
Just as we came toward the end of our walk so Treacle
jumped into belly-deep stagnant mud and looked at me clearly very pleased with
herself…
We said goodbye to father-in-law, and as we loaded up the
dogs and littlun into the car we had a few people asking if we were going. The
free car park at Rye Harbour fills up rather quickly; we could probably have
sold our parking space for hard cash today. If ever you fancy a walk at Rye
Harbour Nature Reserve, I’d suggest getting there no later than half past ten
in the morning.
“Darcie Waa Waa TM” fell asleep half-way to
Folkestone, and was still snoring when we dropped her with “Daddy’s Little
Angel TM” who had had over twelve hours sleep herself. I would
have liked to have stayed with them for a bit, but Treacle was seriously
stinking the car out. There was only one place she was going when she left the
car’s boot, and that was into the bath.
“er indoors TM” and I came home.
Treacle got a serious scrub which shifted most (but not all) of the
stench.
“er indoors TM” cracked on with
painting the back bedroom. I was still feeling a tad grim (I’ve not felt
right for a few days) so I sat on the sofa with dogs and pretended not to
notice the foul whiffs emanating from Treacle as I dozed through episodes of “Four
in a Bed” in which a vindictive harridan from Yorkshire was fool enough to
allow the television cameras to record just how filthy her hotel was, and then
tried to lambast people whose bed and breakfast establishments were
demonstrably far cleaner than hers.
Over a rather good bit
of scoff we watched the last episode of “Detectorists”… or the last that
is on Netflix. There was a Christmas special last year. I wonder where I can
find that one…
Having had a complete
weekend off is something of a rarity in my world. It’s been a rather good one.
I am reliably informed that Treacle will be
doused with air freshener before bed time.
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