I slept well probably because the dogs slept well too. Over
toast I peered into the internet. This morning’s petty bickering was on one of
the geocaching pages where those who contribute absolutely sod-all to the hobby
were telling those who make the effort where they were going wrong and what
more they might do.
There wasn’t a lot else going on, so I got dressed and
ready for the day.
As
I waited for “My Boy TM” to arrive I cracked on with more
fence painting. As I painted I could hear some choral singing getting louder
and louder. I had a look up the road; a rather pitiful procession of twenty or
so were walking down the pavement lead by some vicar and a strange pair who
were waving palm fronds.
As I remarked to “er indoors TM”, back in
the day we used to go round the streets on a Sunday morning with drums and
bugles. And it was the streets too. Getting in the way of cars; not the
pavements. We didn’t mess about in the Boys Brigade band.
The first fruit of my loin arrived, and we went to B&Q
for shed roof felt. As always B&Q had no staff on the tills, but had three
standing watching people struggling with the self service tills.
We got what we needed, then went back to his house to
repair his shed roof. It’s an easy enough job when there’s two of you, but a
bit like hard work for one.
We got to the point where he didn’t need me any more; I
came home for a quick cuppa and got two more fence panels painted whilst “er
indoors TM” sorted her bowling stuff, then we went for a little
walk. Bearing in mind that Kings Wood would be heaving we drove up to
Badlesmere and had a little wander along familiar footpaths and found one or
two new ones. Bailey ran amok at one point; not as seriously as she might, but
enough to be a worry.
We came home, and I sat down and had a look at my accounts.
The whole idea of semi-retirement was that my pension should top up the
half-wages I would get for only working half the hours. In theory it is a good
idea… in practice it depends on the pension actually paying out. I shall phone
someone about it in the morning. But I have been worse off and survived.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watched “The
Traitors: Australia”. A rather odd program; by day twenty-odd people
work together on various activities, by night they have to guess who is part of
a secret cabal with absolutely no evidence to back up their suspicions whatsoever.
I feel all in… what with painting fences and shed roof and
walking dogs I think I’ve caught the sun.
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