It was a shame that again my phone decided to spend the
night telling me about all sorts of trivial things to which it should have been
oblivious (with its Internet connection switched off). I wish it
wouldn’t do that.
I made toast and had my usual rummage about the Internet. A
couple of days ago I mentioned the celebrity angler Matt Hayes. He’s now trying
to make a comeback on the telly which he hopes to crowdfund. He’s asking for
two thousand five hundred people to each chip in twenty quid. That’s fifty
thousand quid to make a TV show. Is that how much it costs? Seems a bit
expensive to me. Am I *that* naïve to think you could record it all on
your phone and cobble the program together using Microsoft Clipchamp? After all, that’s
what I plan to do for this year’s Geocaching International Film Festival (must
get on with that project!)
And Facebook presented me with a lot of memories from Dover
beer festival. In years gone by the first weekend of February was one of the
highlights of the year – Dover beer festival. Fortunately for my head it isn’t
happening this year as the venue is being refurbished.
Being Saturday we set off to the Repton estate.
As we drove I noticed the car in front looked odd. There was a tree attached to
it. I say “tree”; “sapling” would be a better description.
Somehow when parked, someone had shut one of the larger branches of a small
tree in the passenger side back door, and the driver had set off and pulled the
small tree out of the ground; clearly totally oblivious to what he had done.
As we turned into the
Repton estate so the squeaking started; the dogs know when they are going to
Dog Club.
There was a relatively
low turn-out at Dog Club this morning. Odd really when you consider that over
fifty people have joined the Facebook group over the last week. Dog Club was
fun… but the dogs were in an odd mood today. There were more quarrels than
usual, and spring was definitely in the air with quite a bit of “dog
piggyback” going on. Bailey escaped the field twice as well. We bunged up
the holes in the fence through which she’d got out; I expect there are more to
be found.
“er indoors TM” set off to her craft
group. I took the dogs home; listening to Steve on the radio as I went. I got
the mystery year right – when did pound notes go and when did Kylie Minogue
first hit the UK charts? 1988.
Once home we had a minor laundry session.
Morgan needed the mud washing off. Bailey needed the fox and bird poo washing
off. And I needed clean trousers having been tiddled up three times.
I did a little more of my Quality Management course and wrote it up
on another blog I write. And then turned on the
telly and dozed through episodes of “Peep Show” until “er indoors TM” came home
with lunch.
We then set off to Rolvenden for a little Munzee session.
We wandered around sticking bar codes onto lamp posts, and scanning them. No
matter how I try to big it up it still sounds rubbish.. All I can say is that
Munzee really is nowhere near as lame as it sounds. As we wandered and scanned
we got nine Qrewzees between us, more Qrates than sense, and barked at some
other dogs.
We came home. “er indoors TM” sorted out
some rather good dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Junior Bake
Off” then I fell asleep as we watched “Traitors”; a strangely
popular program in which a couple of dozen people have to guess which four of
them are actually a secret cabal using nothing more than guesswork and pot
luck.
I spent much of the time staring at Claudia Winkleman’s
haircut and wondering what she was thinking of
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