I had hoped for something of a lie-in this morning but that wasn’t
happening. “er
indoors TM” got up shortly after seven o’clock. Morgan and
Treacle crashed off the bed after her, and Bailey cried because she’s not big
enough to jump off the bed on her own.
I came downstairs, had a shave, made toast and had my usual
rummage round the Internet. This morning it was rather dull, and that which
wasn’t dull was depressing. If people weren’t posting sad things about recently
departed dogs they were posting memories of departed husbands and wives. I find
that these days I’m getting more and more morose without needing any help.
We got the dogs onto their leads, I put on my new boots,
and with “er indoors TM” going into the office today I took
the dogs up to Kings Wood. We did one of our longer circuits of the wood;
nearly four miles. As we walked we saw a couple of other dogs but not much
else… apart from quite a bit of mud. Unless we walk the really long walk, the
mud is unavoidable. But we avoided the rain. One weather forecast for today
gave drizzle all morning. Another gave intermittent showers. The third said a
lot without actually committing itself to anything. All were from the BBC.
With walk walked we came home for a warming shower. Even
though it wasn’t particularly cold today, the dogs are small and when they get
wet they get cold. With the mud washed off and them warmed up they soon settled
and slept. I put a load of shirts in to wash, harvested dog dung from the
garden, and set about a load of ironing whilst watching a film on Netflix. “Leave the World Behind” was… I
hesitate to say “crap” but at two hours and twenty minutes it was
probably about two hours too long. Seriously – pretty much nothing happened,
and the film just ended in such a way that I really do think the people who
made it had a mishap in the cutting room and forgot to add the last scenes.
Once my shirts were out of the washing machine I took the
dog bedding out of the back of my car and put that through the washing machine.
It was rather grubby and rather damp.
The needle and thread came out for replacing
missing buttons, and as I stitched I watched “The Founder”; a film about the
chap who saw the original McDonalds burger joint and turned it into a serious
money-maker. That was rather good. But for every one person like Ray Krock who
made it big, there are hundreds (thousands) who didn’t.
“er indoors TM” came home and boiled
up dinner as I sorted the tumble-tried undercrackers. The poor washing machine
hasn’t stopped today.
Unlike me… These rostered days off of mine follow a
pattern. A walk round the woods, ironing, sitting on my bum watching telly. So
why do I feel so tired?
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