Having been up at five o’clock for the last three days I was making
the most of the opportunity of a lie-in. I was having a particularly vivid
dream in which “er indoors TM” was learning morse
code when I finally woke to find she had all the lights off but was taking
flash photographs of Bailey. It’s not like we’re short of photos of the dogs,
is it?
I got up, opened today’s window of the Advent Calendar then
made some toast. I saw a colleague’s grandmother had died overnight. She’d been
ill for months and the death wasn’t unexpected, but what a rotten time of year
to have your gran die.
My cousin was having a break in London.
I saw a friend was jetting off to Belgium for Christmas
And there was the usual mix of nonsense too.
Ideally I would take
the dogs to the woods for a walk in the morning before work, but Orlestone is
far too wet in the winter even without the constant downpour of yesterday, and
a round trip to Kings Wood would have taken too long, so we just walked round
the block. A totally uneventful walk round the block. Uneventful is good.
With walk walked I did
“Dog Breakfast” in which Morgan and Bailey scoff theirs as fast as they
can whilst Treacle waits. And once they’ve finished she eats hers whilst the
pups watch. For her the most important part of brekkie is having an audience.
I had another look at
today’s Advent Calender offering, and came up with something to say. I’m not entirely sure
that today’s offering wasn’t actually a dog, but it serves the plot for it to
be a mouse. Not that I’ve got a plot.
I set off to work. Via “er indoors TM” 's car. I had orders from “er indoors TM” to take the old baby car
seat from her car to the charity shop. I hoiked the thing form her car to mine,
and was about to set off when “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”
messaged telling me not to take the seat to the charity shop but to bin it .
A dilemma.
Which orders should I follow?
“Daddy’s Little Angel TM” is certainly more scary
that “er
indoors TM”, but I contend with “er indoors TM” on a far more regular basis.
And she cooks my dinner too. Cooking dinner was the clincher so I went to
unload the thing onto the YMCA charity shop in Brookfield Road. The nice lady
in the YMCA charity shop in Brookfield Road said they couldn't take second hand
car seats because of "elven safety". I thought better of
saying it was for babies and not for elves, but took it to the Sue Ryder
charity shop in Singleton instead. The nice lady there didn't actually tell me
to stick it up my arse, but they made it quite clear that not only did they not
want it, no charity shop in the country would want it either. She seemed quite
affronted that I should dare to try to foist such an unwanted article onto her
lovely charity shop.
I apologized for my discourtesy and told her
not to worry, and that I would throw it over a hedge somewhere between Ashford
and Tunbridge Wells. Judging by her expression I think she believed me.
I headed off
west-wards, enjoying driving in daylight for a change. I drove to Brenchley
where there was a virtual geocache that would keep me occupied for a few
minutes, and where there wer recycling skips where I might unload the car-seat.
I found the virtual geocache easily enough, but where I distinctly remembered
there being recycling skips, there was only a car park. I thought better of
abandoning the car seat; I'll take it to the tip tomorrow.
As it wasn't that far
out of my way I popped into the aquatic shop in Matfield. I've been after a new
fish tank for some time; they had something that might be the right size for
what I need. Not too tall. Most fish tanks are far too tall. I made a note of
the measurements of the thing and planned to have a measure-up when I got home.
Mind you they weren't
giving the fish away. Guppies used to be a quid each. Not a fiver each.
I got to work… and the rest of the day was
rather dull.
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