What with Daylight Saving the clocks went forward an hour
overnight. Why? No daylight was saved. It is darker in the mornings and lighter
in the evening, but the total hours of light and dark don’t change. So why do
we fart around doing it?
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Several people
were wishing the world a Happy Easter; easter clearly being about scoffing far
too much chocolate in the minds of most. I can remember as a scout leader one
small girl telling me that we had to eat loads of chocolate at Easter because
the baby Jesus got nailed to a tree. I didn’t disillusion her. As a child I was
brainwashed into religion… sadly that’s what the Boys Brigade was actually all
about. It took me a long while to see through it all… Christianity in
particular makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and doesn’t stand up to any
thought at all. God becoming human and dying for all that we did wrong… not
that we had any idea that we were doing wrong in the first place because that
god didn’t tell us the rules.
There might be a god, there might not. I don’t know. But
the Christian idea isn’t it.
I saw that my brother and nephew were off to watch
football. Having driven for an hour to get to Brighton they were then on a
five-hour coach trip to Liverpool.
Two friends had birthdays today. One I’ve not seen for a
little while. We used to walk to school together many years ago. We were in the
Boys Brigade together. He’s been living in Sweden for some years now. He
doesn’t come back to the UK very often as the UK-Sweden ferries stopped ten
years ago. Now he faces an eight hundred mile car drive which takes fourteen
hours whenever he wants to visit old haunts. The old haunts we both used to
frequent are less than an hour’s drive from me, and I don’t frequent them very
often myself.
And I saw that “er indoors TM” had
received the thumbs-up from the geo-feds about the meet she is organizing for
May. A minor result, bearing in mind the fights she usually has with the
geo-feds.
I hung out washing then cracked on with up-cycling. A
couple of days ago I took the poggered picnic bench apart. On Friday I made a
base for the garden boxes with some of the wood. Today I sawed some of the
planks into precisely measured (!) lengths then screwed those lengths
into four box-sections. That only took three hours. It has to be said that my
efforts were hampered because I was actually recycling the bench I used to use
as my working surface for garden projects. The next stage is to secure the box-sections
together into a box, put on a base, line it, and move one of the potted shrubs
into it. I’ll do that later.
I’ve got three potted shrubs in circular pots, but two of
the pots are poggered. And being circular means I can’t get the lawn mower
behind them. I shall replace the circular pots with straight edged boxes.
However being a skinflint I’d rather not spend too much money on it.
If any of my loyal readers have any poggered wooden garden
structures they don’t want any more…
I stopped for a spot of lunch. A Mars bar. From the Mars
bar cupboard. I never knew we had a Mars bar cupboard. See what you miss if you
don’t pay attention. It was a shame it was three months past it's "scoff
by" date but I scoffed it anyway.
We then popped down to Folkestone where we met the most
recent fruit of my loin and her entourage and we went for a little wander up
the Leas. It was a shame that Morgan was in “dire-rear mode” as “Stormageddon – Bringer of
Destruction TM” informed me.
The plan was that we would walk up the Leas and have an
ice-cream. Sadly none of the usual ice cream stalls were open, and there were
no ice cream vans to be seen. Because it is Easter Sunday pretty much the
entire world shuts down. However Maccie D didn’t let us down; milk shakes and
McFlurries saved the day.
We came home. I got the washing in and had a look at the
pond. The leak in the bog filter seems fixed; I *think* the outlet was
silting up and making the water level too high. I raked the silt out yesterday,
and this afternoon the bit that had been wet from the leak was dry.
I looked at the box-sections I’d made this morning, but
decided against more woodwork.
I downloaded Candy Crush Saga onto my phone and played that
until “er indoors TM” sorted out lamb chops. We scoffed them
whilst watching the final of “The Traitors:Australia”.
How many people would you stab in the back to end up with
more money than sense?
What with all that was going on today I never got round to
scoffing my Easter egg. Egg. Singular. Back in the day I would have got a
dozen. Not that I’m sulking…
Oh – and my brother and nephew travelled all the way to
Liverpool to watch their team lose.
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