I had something of a lie-in today, finally getting up about
nine o’clock. I had a minor plumbing disaster when I found the bathroom sink
wasn’t draining so I got jiggy with the plunger.
Facebook was something of a minefield this morning. The
god-botherers were out in force today as were those poking them with sticks. I
resisted the temptation to poke any of them myself, but it never fails to amaze
me why all religious are so popular when nothing of what they advocate stands
up to any considered thought at all.
In recent years (relatively speaking) Good Friday
would be spent pouring far too much beer down my throat at the Chambers Br beer
festival. Before that, traditionally Good Friday is when I start in the garden.
This year I’ve been on the go out there for some time, and I carried on this
morning. I got the old picnic bench to pieces, sawed it about a bit and made a
stand for a couple of wooden boxes I made some time ago. Where those boxes sit
on the patio they get rather wet; lifting them up might stop them rotting
through.
I took apart the trellis I got from B&Q yesterday, then
popped the saxifrage plants round the rockery by the pond. I might re-pot them;
I might not. We shall see.
We then took the dogs out. Today to Ham Street Woods. “er
indoors TM” had reports that the paper logs in her geocaches
there were wet. The only way they get wet is people not putting them back
properly, but they needed sorting. It made for a good, if muddy, walk. As we
walked we found some normal people who were making great show of having special
precious dogs who couldn’t possibly have other dogs anywhere near them, and
also making great show of seemingly guarding the entrance to the woods.
Some people can be hard work.
We eventually evaded them, and pausing only briefly for
Bailey to chase rats, we came home for a cuppa.and cake. I then got another
coat of paint onto the garden bench. There’s still loads of stuff to do in the
garden, but I came in and sat with the dogs whilst “er indoors TM”
went shopping.
I took the opportunity to slob on front of the telly whilst
the dogs snored.
“er indoors TM” returned from shopping
and boiled up a steak dinner which we washed down with a bottle of plonk whilst
watching more of “The Traitors: Australia”. It’s a rather good program
which sadly demonstrates the worst of human nature. Given the opportunity to
either help someone or to piss on their chips, how many people *really*
would help someone else?
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