I slept well, but woke feeling oddly morose. I
wonder why. Over brekkie I had my usual look at Facebook and saw my brother and
nephew were off on their football adventures again. This time to Nottingham.
Four and a half hours each way. I’ve said before that I really don’t understand
the attraction of football. I wish I did; so many other people love it. One or
two people were posting twee memes, and there were again an inordinate amount
of posts about scantily clad teenage girls and dying dogs. People often talk
about how social media spies on us and presents us with what we’ve been talking
about and browsing for… if it did I would have endless posts about living dogs
and Lego.
And someone with whom “er indoors TM” works passed
his driving test this morning… before eight o’clock. What time do driving tests
start?
Despite it being a cold morning we went to dog
club. The rain has put us off recently, but cold and dry is far better than
cold and wet. We had a great time with a dozen dogs running riot.
And with dog club done we set off on our second mission of the day.
As we drove to Badlesmere Steve was doing the mystery year competition on the
radio. In which year did Concorde stop flying after twenty-six years? I can
remember seeing Concorde flying in 1976 when I was at my Uncle Eric’s house in
Orpington… 1976 + 26 = 2002. I was one year out. It was 2003. “er indoors TM” said that
Steve actually said “twenty-seven years”.
For some reason the radio reception was rather iffy today (that’s
my excuse!) and we were listening to the radio through “er indoors TM” ‘s radio
app on her phone.
We got to Badlesmere
where Karl, Tracey and Charlotte were waiting for us, and we had a rather good
walk round our usual circuit up there. As we walked there was a minor
contretemps with some old bat (presumably the landowner) who quite
rightly pointed out that we weren’t on the official footpath. However the
reason for that was that there was a pheasant shoot taking place on the
official footpath and it would have been extremely dangerous to have been where
we should really have been.
When I get a minute I
shall find an email address and tell her to piss off.
With walk walked we
were soon back at the cars. As always we’d parked by the Red Lion pub (can
you believe it?) where we had a particularly good bit of dinner. The dogs
were a tad woofy over lunch, but there were quite a few dogs in the place
today, and to be fair to the pups, once they’d woofed to tell us there were
other dogs they (relatively) soon shut up again.
It would have been good
to have stayed longer, but there was quite a bit on the agenda today. We said
our goodbyes and came home.
“er
indoors TM” dropped me and the dogs home and she went off to collect “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM”, “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM”
and “Darcie Waa Waa TM” whilst I had a chat with the
roofer. The chap got out a ladder and scrambled up on top of the roof. I didn’t
go with him, but he took a few photos up there and showed them to me.
My
suspicions were right; some maintenance is due.
“er
indoors TM” and the tribe arrived, and we all went up into Ashford for
the Carnival of the Baubles. It was… I suppose it was OK. It could have been
better. But billed as a festival of lights, maybe only one person in ten in the
procession had made any effort. Most were just walking along in their everyday
clothes. Would it have caused them physical pain to have stuck a glow-stick on
their head or popped on a hi-vis jacket and joined in?
We came home and spent
the evening watching daft animal videos on You-Tube.
I
took a few photos during the day. It’s been a rather busy one.
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