Apart from a trip to the loo at five o’clock
and letting the dogs out at half past six I had a good night’s sleep, finally
emerging from my pit just after nine o’clock.
I made toast and had a
look at the Internet. The squabble on the Dog Club’s Facebook page was
continuing. I say “squabble”… I’d been asked to post saying that if the
government declares any breed of dog to be banned, then they aren’t covered by
the insurance we have, and consequently we can’t accept them. It’s patently
obvious but in this day and age it has to be pointed out. A bit like bottles of
bleach having to be labelled “don’t drink this”. Two people took
exception to this. Neither have ever showed up at Dog Club.
As is always the way
the squabble was instigated and fuelled by people who have no intention of ever
meeting the people with whom they are trying to quarrel.
We loaded ourselves and the dogs into the “er indoors TM”-mobile and set off
to Hastings. Having missed the last post we needed to deliver my nephew’s
birthday card.
As we drove we went past Orlestone Woods and Treacle
recognized the place and stared squeaking. The squeaking of excitement about
going somewhere stops when we arrive, but because we weren’t going to the
woods, she kept squeaking and worked herself into quite a frenzy which didn’t
stop until we got to Hastings.
Sadly nephew (and entire family) were out, but we
met some passing relives and spent a few minutes catching up.
From Hastings we went on to Tenterden. We could tell when
we’d left Kent and entered Sussex on the way down, and we could tell when we
left Sussex and came back to Kent on the way back. People moan about pot holes,
but go drive round East Sussex. In most of the UK we drive on the left; in Sussex
they drive on what’s left. We saw a few pot holes with road cones in them; two
thirds of the road cones being below surface level (the pot holes really
were that deep). It wasn’t so much driving as playing a game of real-life Mario
Kart.
We got to Tenterden and had a little wander about. As we
walked we went past an “Artisan Baker’s Stall”. Have you ever seen an “Artisan
Baker’s Stall”? There’s one at Bybrook Barn garden centre, but that one is
like a boot fair compared to the one at Tenterden. The place sold ridiculously
overpriced pastry stuff… I say “sold”; we walked past at two o’clock and
it really didn’t look as though they’d sold a single thing. The stall was still
as full as any bakery when it first opens. If they were to halve (or quarter)
their prices they would make so much more money as they might actually sell
something.
As we walked we saw quite a few dogs on leads
also going for walks, and one cat on a lead as well. I wondered if the cat
identified as a dog, but I thought better of saying anything.
Our wander had been
guided by a Geocaching Adventure Lab series. We walked past the museum and the
train station, up to the church and on to the village sign. It was a rather
good wander about.
Once home “er indoors TM” immediately
set off shopping. I put a load of undercrackers in to wash, then set about the
“focking plogol” in the bath. It has been running slower and slower. I
blame all the dog hairs and mud that gets washed off of the dogs as they get
bathed. They’d have quite a few baths over the last few months. Hopefully it’s
now unbunged; getting at that that one’s U-bend wouldn’t be a practical
proposition.
I then dozed on the sofa with the dogs.
“er indoors TM” boiled us all up a
decent dinner. The dogs got kidney (as it is cheaper than dog treats)
and we had a decent roast with a very decent bottle of plonk. And then I had
the last of the stilton. The dogs were happy to sit with me and have the
biscuits. I would have thought that after fresh kidney they would have turned
their noses up at dry biscuits, but they didn’t.
Having worked six days on the trot, today was a good day
off.
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