I went to bed last night with something of an
iffy stomach. I blame the sweet chili wrap I had for lunch on Friday; I’ve been
farting like a fruitbat ever since. Assuming of course that fruitbats fart a
lot. Do they? – I’ve never got that close to one.
I had a really good
night’s sleep. I was licked awake by all three dogs at what seemed like the
middle of the night only to find it was five past nine.
I got up and farted quite a bit more. I made
some toast in the hope of settling my innards, but as I scoffed it I came over
rather light headed.
“er indoors TM” went off to the
monthly brekkie meet-up. I didn’t go. Last time we went Treacle spent the
entire time barking. I’m getting paranoid about the noise she might or might
not make, so feeling a tad iffy anyway I wasn’t taking any chances.
I posted up today’s instalment of the Advent Calendar, did some CPD, and didn’t have any time to
watch telly before “er indoors TM” returned.
The plan for today was
to walk the dogs on a little Munzee session round Canterbury. Being on
pavements we’d avoid the mud, and we’d get an hour’s walk in before the
forecast rain hit. Sadly the forecast rain came early, but we got a mile or
so’s walking in; Munzing loads of Munzees as we went.
Having had to cut the
walk short we popped into “Go Outdoors”. Back in the day when I worked
night shifts in Canterbury I used to go into that place before seemingly every
night shift. But I’d not been in the place for years. As well as having a nosey
around I needed new walking boots. I used to be very good at waxing and
polishing my walking boots, but over the last few months I got a tad lax and
the leather had actually split. So I got some new boots.
I also got some pickled
onion flavoured peanuts too.
We came home where “er
indoors TM” dropped me and the dogs off before going off
shopping. We settled in front of the telly and I watched more “White Gold”
as the dogs snored. They’d not had much of an outing, but they were worn out.
“er indoors TM” returned and we had
the pickled onion flavoured peanuts. Sadly they were something of a
disappointment. Another disappointment was the children’s service from
Canterbury Cathedral that was happening this afternoon. We got to watch it via You-Tube and did so for the
simple reason that one of the smaller members of our tribe was singing in the
choir. After a while we eventually spotted Bella who (sadly) looked
rather miserable. The vicar giving the verbals was something of a let-down too.
He was trying to persuade the kids that some fat bishop was actually Santa, and
was encouraging the kids to write to the Prime Minister about the recent COP28
climate talks.
It’s been a while since
I last watched a church service, and it will be a while before I watch another.
As
we watched we got the news that someone had driven a van through “My Boy TM”’s
garden fence, demolished it and drove off.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a decent bit
of scran which we washed down with a bottle of Malbec whilst watching “Taskmaster:
New Zealand”. Whilst it passed an otherwise potentially dull half-hour,
it isn’t a patch on the UK version.
I’m still not feeling on top form… but that
might be the Malbec.
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