Apparently during the night I asked which dog
had jumped off the bed. I have no memory of this, but one of them must have
done so as there was a turd by the back door when I came down this morning. I
suppose they’d tried to get outside?
I made toast and had a
look at Facebook as I do. A friend (from years ago) was again off on
another holiday in the sun. I would post about how can they afford it, but as
has been pointed out to me, it is probably cheaper to have a week in a Spanish
hotel than it is to turn on the heating in the UK…
As I peered into the Internet I heard some
noises outside. The scaffolders had arrived to take the scaffolding down. I was
pleasantly surprised at how the dogs didn’t kick off; I’ve been rather paranoid
about their barking just recently.
As I put my boots on so “er indoors TM” got the
leads onto the dogs. The scaffolders held fire for a moment so we could get
out. Almost directly outside our house was a car stupidly parked taking up two
spaces which was clamped for not having paid road tax. That will be there for a
week making parking more difficult…
We drove through the fog (and up out of the fog) to
Kings Wood. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the poet Benjamin Zephaniah who had
died. The chap had once been a guest editor on Radio Four and he’d run the show
on that day only presenting good news. The chap was right to do so; I listen to
the news most days and for all that wonderful stuff happens, it rarely gets
reported.
We got to the woods and had a good walk. Twice we met
forestry commission lorries driving in the woods, and both times the dogs came
straight to me when called. We met other dogs and they were good.
The only fly in the ointment was I found myself comparing
today’s trip with one we might do over the summer. Over the winter Orlestone
Woods is a belly-deep swamp so we avoid it. But a trip to Orlestone, a walk,
and the drive back takes just over an hour. Today’s round trip to Kings Wood
was over an hour and a half, not including the time taken wash the mud off and
then clean the bath out.
Bearing in mind I
wouldn’t be home till quite late, I posted today’s instalment of the Advent Calendar
story,
and set off to the Repton centre to have a chat about Dog Club. A few months
ago the chap who ran Dog Club couldn't make one session and wanted a volunteer
to open up. I volunteered, and having given me the key the chap was in no hurry
to take it back. And then he announced that his shifts had all changed and he
couldn't make Dog Club any more. And somehow I now seem to be running the early
sessions. Many years ago I found myself similarly embroiled in the snake club.
A friend at the time made the observation "you can't just be a member,
can you?"
He was right... then
and now.
I drove on to work and
did my bit. As I read my Kindle at tea break I saw a quote which made me smile.
I do like my Kindle; I do read a lot. In the fifth book of the "Game of
Thrones" series one of the characters says: "A reader lives a
thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads a book lives only one".
I like that.
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