Having the dogs still and curled up tightly made for a good
night’s sleep. I got up, made toast, and peered into the internet whilst it was
still quiet.
I had another dubious friend request on Facebook. This one
had more clothes on than most, but could still have done with doing up some
buttons and covering up rather than waggling about.
There was quite a bit
of talk about the Mount Pleasant pub in Hastings on one of
the Hastings-related Facebook groups too. In my religious days I was at some
event in one of the rooms in the church opposite one Saturday evening. In
another room were a load of police (with the lights out) watching the
pub like hawks. A few years later I went in there on my stag night, a mate had
eleven pence in his pocket. He put ten pence in the fruit machine and was
buying the drinks for the rest of the night.
Among this morning’s
haul of emails was one from the Credit Karma people who told me that this week
my credit rating had gone up by eleven points. I wonder why. Am I more
credit-worthy now I’m semi-retired? If so, how do they know. I’ve not told the
bank. Should I have done so?
Being Saturday we took
the dogs to Repton for Dog Club. As we drove I had a go at Steve’s “guess
the lyrics” contest on the radio, and I mistook E.L.O.’s “Turn to Stone”
tor Rainbow’s “Since You’ve Been Gone”. But I got a mention on-air for
having a go.
We had a rather good (if
muddy) session at Dog Club. There were some new dogs along, and everyone
charged around like things possessed.
As we drove away I
missed getting the Mystery Year competition on the radio right by one year…
We drove up to Kings
Wood where we met up with Karl and Tracey. We walked a circuit of the woods in
glorious sunshine, and once back to the cars the dogs had a rather good
dog-dinner and we got our muddy boots off. And on the very second that we drove
out of the car park so the torrential rain started. Ten minutes later the
hailstorm hit.
And it was all over in
the five minutes it took to get to Badlesmere.
We got to the Red Lion.
Not being at our usual table we were off to one side with a lot less going on
to provoke the dogs and we had a very good bit of dinner. Washed down with
copious amounts of ale, post and Drambuie.
I took a few photos of the day.
Amazingly I didn’t
sleep all the way home.
Once home I spent a few
minutes being diplomatic. Dog Club had a complaint. It would seem that one of
the later groups had based themselves up by the gate today and there had been
some barking. One of the residents wasn’t happy, but pissed on her chips by
over-stating her complaint. There was certainly no barking before ten o’clock,
and the dog club has been sound-checked before and found to be quieter than the
Eurostar which regularly goes through. As is always the way, those with a gripe
are always happy to gripe it on-line, hiding behind the curtains waiting for
everyone to go away before saying anything.
I tactfully gave the
sort of corporate reply that would be expected. Hopefully that should placate
the natives
We spent the evening watching Takeshi’s Castle – they’ve
made a new series.
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