Apart from the obligatory trip to the loo in the small
hours I slept for over nine hours last night.
I got up and fetched in a bumper harvest of dog dung from the garden
before the hounds got up so that Bailey wouldn’t eat any. Five minutes later “er
indoors TM” and the hounds came downstairs, went outside, and “er
indoors TM” announced that Bailey had breakfasted on freshly
laid turd.
She is a foul dog. If not rolling in turd she is eating it.
And she looks such a sweet little thing too.
Over brekkie I had a minor sulk that no major outing was
planned for today, then had my usual look at the Internet. A friend was having
a birthday today. I sent birthday wishes, and spent much of the day thinking
about this chap. For much of his life he was a naval officer; at one point
commanding a nuclear submarine. He’s got an OBE too. When I was much younger I
seriously considered a career as a naval officer. That could have been me.
Mind you for all that I grumble about my job, having worked
a night shift at Christmas or a bank holiday it is a short(ish) drive
home. A bit different if you are out heaven-only-know-where and twenty thousand
fathoms under the sea.
“er indoors TM” popped out to meet up
with mates for brekkie. I sat with the dogs. It was as well that I did. As we
sat so someone noisily loaded up their car just down the road, and then someone
else stood outside with toddlers which just shrieked for no reason whatsoever.
Both provoked woofing fits that I managed to nip in the bud.
In between these episodes the dogs snored and I cracked on
with more of my Coursera course. I can’t
help but think that had where I used to work used such quality improvement
methods such as involving people and team building rather than looking to
assign blame, then things might have turned out rather differently for me.
“er indoors TM” returned and we took
the dogs for a walk. We didn’t drive anywhere; we walked south through the back
streets past Angling Direct and through the footpath to the end of Kingsnorth
Road, then home via Stanhope, Cuckoo Lane and Jennett Road; Munzee-ing like
things possessed as we went. We walked about two thousand more steps than an
average walk round Kings Wood and were out for over two hours. We did have one
“episode” with the app, but I’ve sought advice from far more experienced
Munzers.
Once home the dogs were soon snoring. “er indoors TM”
sorted out a cuppa and hot (cold) cross buns and we watched a few more
episodes of “Traitors” which
finally killed off any respect I might have had for the British judicial
system. The game show involves two dozen random people going off to a castle in
Scotland. Three or four of them form a secret group (the traitors) and
each night this secret group gets rid of one of the other contestants. The next
day everyone plays some activity or other, then they all sit round a table and
in theory use their wit, ingenuity and wisdom to identify a traitor. However in
practice rather than using wit, ingenuity and wisdom, contestants seem to queue
up to show off how stupid they all are by making spurious unfounded random
guesses. And without exception the more wrong they are in their wild guesswork,
the more vocal they are about their being right. Bearing in mind these people
are from the same pool from which courts draw UK juries …
As “er indoors TM” went looking for something
in the back bedroom (good luck with that one!) I set about more
geo-puzzles. I solved quite a few until it was dinner time.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather
good bit of scran (she does that). You can’t go wrong with a steak
dinner. We washed it down with a rather good bottle of plonk (which we got
as a Christmas prezzie) and as we scoffed we watched another episode of “Junior
Bake Off”.
My plan is that bearing in mind I’m setting an alarm I won’t
get a decent night’s sleep, I might as well get what sleep I can get from an
early night.
I wonder if I will go up and have one?
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