I had a reasonable night even though the covers
kept disappearing One of the dogs kept making themselves a nest. And when I did
sleep I was plagued with nightmares about being forced to go on a church camp (to
make up the numbers) and constantly hiding from some righteous crackpot who
was using a guitar to beat sinners.
I made toast and had a
look at the Internet as I do. A few weeks ago I mentioned about the TV angling
celebrity Matt Hayes who had the arse that he wasn’t famous any more. It was
suggested that he crowdfund another TV series, and he’s trying to do so… You can see the details of the crowdfunding campaign here. Personally I’m not
going to hand over any money. I had been planning to, but the crowdunder is set
up in the name of someone of whom I have never heard. And according to what I
can make out, most of the money will be spent on a custom-built van to drive
around in. Am I really being that cynical in thinking they could make the TV
show using the cameras on their mobile phones on their days off from a proper
job. Like I did?
I took the dogs up to
the woods. We had a good walk; the mud had dried out a bit since yesterday. We
met several other groups and all the encounters passed off without incident. I
do like our walks round the woods.
We came home where the
dogs had a little wash to get the mud off their paws and bellies. They were
nowhere near as grubby as yesterday.
I made a cuppa and
sparked up the lap-top. I’d had an idea about one of the geo-puzzles I’d failed
to solve yesterday. As I puzzled I had a message. “Daborah
Mary” had sent me a friend request on Facebook, and had also given a
list of her hobbies and favourite activities; some were rather mucky, some
quite unhygienic and some anatomically not possible what with my back.
However she is into “findom”. Apparently this is a
relationship in which one gives the other all their money.
I’ll quite happily
accept any dosh she cares to give me.
After a couple of hours
herculean brain straining I solved the
geo-puzzle… It will now join the ever growing list of puzzles I’ve solved
but haven’t got to getting the associated cache.
I then took Treacle to the
vet for her annual once-over and jabs. The vet (who looked young enough to
be one of Lacey’s mates) agreed with me that she is a tad overweight. We
are going to run some of our walks in Kings Wood from now on.
I spent an hour or so
pooting in the garden pulling the ivy off of the fence, then dozed in front of the
telly until it was time to go out. A dozen of us met up in Singleton Barn for a
joint 110th birthday bash as Matt is almost but not quite ten years
younger than me…
I remember our joint 74th…
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