I managed something of a lie-in this morning,
staying in my pit until eight o’clock which was something of a result.
I made brekkie and had
my usual look at the Internet. I sent out four birthday wishes to friends
having birthdays (the friends not having birthdays can wait their turn) and
had a look-see to find out if I’d missed much. I find myself intrigued by the
antics of Matt Hayes these days; again his Facebook page was rather active.
Twenty years ago he made fishing programs for the telly. He’s coming back by
popular demand, but the “popular demand” has a different perspective on
Mr Hayes’ fishing programmes to that which Mr Hayes has. They see it as
entertainment. Mr Hayes sees it as livelihood and expects to be paid for making
more telly programs. I suppose he could make them in his spare time for free
and on the cheap, but that’s not what professional celebrities do, is it?
I also got the
notification that our Munzee Clan has reached level two, and we are half-way to
our monthly target. A result for those who like sticking bar codes on lamp
posts.
With “er indoors TM” at her office today,
she set off to work. I put washing into the washing machine and took the dogs
up to the woods where we had a good walk… once we’d evaded the chap with the
Akitas. That bloke is an idiot. He’s got two dogs that are far stronger than he
is, and they drag him all over the place. When he sees us coming he makes a
point of being where we are going to walk and shouting that we should give him
a wide berth. When we turn and take another path he runs to be in front of us
again. Fortunately I saw him first today.
We met a couple of other dog walkers, we posed for photos,
we ate horse poo. Quite a good walk really.
We came home and had the mud hosed off of our
bellies, I did the dogs’ flea treatments, hung out washing, had a cuppa and
went into the garden. Bearing in mind that it is getting warmer I thought I
might activate the pond’s filter. Take out the old ultra-violet bulb, pop in
the new one, turn it all on. Ten minutes maximum.
Getting the filter open
took some doing. And when I found the glass thingy which holds the uv bulb it
was rather stiff. I gave it some welly and as it came free so it smashed the
old uv bulb, leaving the plug bit wedged into the socket. I eventually prised
it out, got the new bulb in place, turned it all on, and had a smug smile as I
saw the glow of the new bulb from it’s port-hole and watched the water flowing.
And then the water
stopped flowing and the glow from the port-hole wasn’t there any more.
And then I saw an
O-ring laying on the decorative bridge which hides the pond filter.
I took it all apart
again and saw the watertight sleeve in which the uv bulb sits was full of
water. I cleaned and dried it all out, put it all back together again this time
with the O-ring in place and this time it worked.
I then cracked on with
painting fence panels until I couldn’t move. I would have got on faster had I
not been fighting Treacle for the kneeling pad for much of the time.
Remembering what we used
to do last year I loudly announced that I was going to feed the fish, the dogs
charged up the garden to the pond. It is some months since we last did that,
but they remembered.
As I ached somewhat I settled in front of the
telly and watched episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which people started
off best of friends but soon got nasty with each other.
“er indoors TM” came home and boiled
up a rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed watching “Taskmaster: New
Zealand”. We’ve also got episodes of “Lego Masters: New Zealand” on
the Sky-Q box to watch as well. For all that New Zealand is geographically much
bigger than the UK, it only has half the population of London. How do they
generate so much good TV?
This is my third week of semi-retirement and I
feel that I’m going to work tomorrow for a rest.
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