With an alarm set for seven o’clock I woke at quarter to
three. I lay awake trying to get back to sleep, but only intermittently dozed
for a few minutes.
I gave up and got up at six o’clock, made toast and had a
little look at the Internet. Three Facebook friends were having a birthday
today. I sent out birthday wishes, then saw I’d been defriended on Facebook.
The drag queen who entertained us at Matt and Glenn’s stag party a couple of
years ago doesn’t want to be my chum anymore. I suppose he (she?) was a
vague acquaintance at best and now that he (she?) has moved to Blackpool
the connection is that much more vague. But being a very nosey person, I used
to like following his (her?) adventures.
I had a little rummage through my emails. The power company
sent me a very misleading email claiming that I was two hundred quid in credit
with them. They’ve done this before. They take my monthly payments and stick
them into a separate account, and then every so often use that money to
actually pay the bill. In the past when they’ve told me I’m in credit, what
they mean is that the separate account is in credit. So when I asked for a
refund they happily gave me the refund… then asked for it all back to actually
pay the bill.
I then geo-puzzled until I decided that “er indoors TM”
and the dogs had been in their pits long enough at which point I had the duvets
off of them and stuck the covers in the washing machine.
Being Saturday we loaded the dogs into the car and drove
off through the drizzle to Repton. As we drove Steve was doing the Guess the
Lyrics competition. “Nothing last forever, of that I'm sure”. No? “Same Old Scene” by Roxy Music. I knew
the year and the album too…
We got to the Dog Club field where I opened up and it
wasn’t long before mayhem ensued. Dogs charged about and we caught up with
friends old and new. It was good to catch up with Sue and Chris – I’ve not seen
them for some months. They had the latest addition to their dog collection.
They found little Lilly running on the A28. She was all skin and bone, and for
all that she has got a chip, there is not data on it. The law about chipping
dogs is stupid; dogs have to have a chip, but the chip doesn’t have to be
registered.
Just as our time was up at Dog Club so the drizzle got
worse. We drove home listening to the Mystery Year competition – I got it
right; 1977.
We came home and as “er indoors TM” scrubbed
mud from the dogs I hung out the first load of washing, but the second load in,
and popped to the corner shop to get pastries. I geo-puzzled unsuccessfully for
a bit until the washing machine stopped.
“er indoors TM” went off out with her
mates crafting and I ironed shirts whilst watching telly. First of all the “On
the Buses” film which was rather fun, and then “Dune” which I
described on Facebook as “a load of tripe” and I stand by that. The film
was an hour too long and was the sort of film you have to look up on Wikipedia
afterwards to find out what it was all about. As the tripe film played, every
half-hour I moved the bedding about on the radiators so it would dry out.
“er indoors TM” came home and we put
the bedding back. She then laid an egg (big time!) because the bedding
now has a blue tinge it never had before. Bearing in mind you don’t see it as
it goes under a bedspread I can’t see the problem, but she wasn’t happy. I
suggested that it matched the blue paint on the bedroom walls, but that was akin
to a red rag to a bull. Or a once-white duvet cover to “er indoors TM”.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather good
curry which we devoured whilst watching more “Taskmaster: New Zealand”,
and I then fell asleep in front of the telly. I’ve spent quite a bit of time
sleeping in front of the telly today.
Perhaps if I slept when I am supposed to be asleep?
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