I was rather glad when “er indoors TM”’s
alarm went off. I was embroiled in a rather vivid dream in which the local
geocaching community had decided to resurrect the snake club, but not knowing
the first thing about reptiles were trying to muddle through with film pots and
sandwich boxes.
I had a quick bit of
toast, then got the leads onto the dogs and set off rather quickly as I had a
busy morning. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the
government’s latest announcement about social housing. Back in the day you
either lived in the house you owned, or rented one from the local council, and
everyone was happy. Or if not happy, not excessively morose. These days you
either live in your own house which you either bought years ago or inherited,
or you live in a house rented from a private landlord (and which costs more
than actually buying a house). Pretty much all the council houses are
reserved for illegal immigrants and those seeking asylum (or so it would
seem).
The government has
announced that it is changing the rules, and the minister for something-or-other
was wheeled on and presented a load of rubbish which was factually inadequate
about the public sector’s provision of housing, but he did admit that the
authorities are going to start providing “social housing” for locals,
and will chuck out the scumbag element which gives some council estates a bad
name. I wonder if this means that the local authorities will put illegal
immigrants and those seeking asylum into privately rented accommodation and the
cost will soar.
We got to Kings Wood
and had a very good walk. A bit shorter than usual; only two and a half miles.
But the dogs were well behaved and came back when called. And no episodes at
all. Something of a result.
We came home, had
bellies and paws washed, and once brekkie was scoffed the dogs were soon
snoring.
Leaving them with “er indoors TM” I set off
on a little mission. First of all to Timpson’s where I got some more keys cut
for the lock of the paddock in which we have Dog Club. It is daft only having
one key. As I paid (with my card) I thought about something my cousin
had posted to Facebook earlier. Less than a month ago a shop opened in Hastings
making great show of only taking cash
payments. It didn’t take long at all for them to abandon that
policy. Back in the day shops that took credit cards had signs in the window
saying they took cards. Nowadays no one puts up the sign as everyone pays with
cards. The chap in Timpson said that he goes days between anyone paying with
cash, and that he leaves the till open so that potential robbers can see he’s
got nothing to take.
From there I went up to the hospital. There was mayhem in
the car park; having parked my car easily some way from the hospital I then
watched a swarm of normal people arguing about who could have the space closest
to the entrance. If they could, they really would have driven into the place
and leaned out of the window to have their appointments.
I didn’t have to wait long before I saw my ENT specialist.
I told him I thought those polyps up my nose had returned. He shoved an
endoscope up my beak. He showed me my clear and healthy left nostril, and then
the two huge polys up the right one. Each looked to be the size of a small
grape. Bearing in mind I’ve had polyps cut out three times before and they just
came back, he’s suggesting something a tad more radical this time. He wants to
do a Caldwell-Luc incision. In the
past he’s gone in from the front and carved polyps out. This time he plans to
drill through the bone in my upper jaw and come in from behind, which has a
ninety-two per cent success rate.
That’ll be something to look forward to; he assures me it
is good for three weeks’ sick leave afterwards.
I then went on to the bank to talk to them about the old
reptile club’s bank account. They were very polite, but weren’t much help
really.
Pausing only briefly to go to Repton to check the new keys
worked I came home via the co-op and Belgian buns for lunch. And with those
scoffed I cracked on with the ironing. No day off work is complete without
doing the ironing. It only took an hour, and with ironing ironed I set about
geo-puzzling with varying degrees of success.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very good
bit of dinner which we washed down with a bottle of rioja whilst watching
telly. As well as “Junior Bake Off” we watched the episode of “Dogs Behaving
(Very) Badly” for which “er indoors TM” and Treacle had
been filmed as extras. We were rather disappointed to see they didn’t get onto
the telly…
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