I slept rather well last night. With “er indoors TM” and the
dogs up in the attic room with littlun I didn’t have to spent the night
fighting for bed space. I had one or two vivid dreams about my time at the Open
University summer schools thirty years ago when I made some rather good
friends… and what with there being no social media other than knowing someone’s
phone number in those days, I’ve lost touch with all of them. We had some good
times; I wonder what happened to them all.
There
was a minor commotion as everyone got up. “er indoors TM” had
spotted a tick on Bailey’s head. So while “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
ran riot we got the thing out of her, and put the tick collars onto all the
dogs. We’ve had the collars for a couple of weeks; this prompted us to put the
things on to them. Did the tick come from the deer at Kings Wood? I’m pretty
sure it wasn’t there Friday. She *might* have got it from paddock at Dog
Club. The grass is getting rather long there and she’s rather low-down….
As littlun ran riot so I escaped to the garden. Both pond
filters were running slowly so I cleaned them out. I did it slightly
differently this time… I’d had a stroke of genius. Rather then running the
waste hose from the big pond filter to the drain I ran it to the monkey-puzzle
tree. Instead of pouring the fishy fertilizer to waste I thought it might do
the tree some good. And then once I’d cleaned out the filter in the little pond
I used the water from that cleaning to slosh away any residue round the tree.
I shall watch that tree for a day or so to see if it perks
up or croaks.
Talking of croaking, my cordyline isn’t looking very good.
Mind you it’s not looked good for some time. I took off the manky-looking
leaves. Perhaps I pruned it a tad too vigorously? Time will tell; it always
does.
“My
Boy TM” and Cheryl came to visit littlun; they stayed for a
while. It was good to catch up. I outlined my plans for expanding the bog
filter. The first fruit of my loins seemed to agree with my thinking.
They
set off, and littlun spent quite a while warning the world about the monster
that (apparently) lives in the shed. I didn’t know there was a monster
in there. One lives and learns.
We
loaded up ourselves and littlun and the dogs and took her home. “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” had set up a paddling pool for littlun, so
knowing the dogs would jump in and tear it with their claws we took them off
for a little walk up the Leas. An ice cream would have been nice… we found a
little kiosk selling ice creams. The tribe in front of me in the queue waited
until they were at the counter before even looking at the choices, and then
couldn’t decide. Father chose for them, and that started an argument. Add to
that the woman behind the till was worse than useless; every ice cream she
prepared was as though it was her first. Which flavour is which? Where are the
cones? Where is the scoop? Sticking ice cream into a cone should have taken her
ten to fifteen seconds’ it was taking two to three minutes. We walked away;
life is too short to waste like that. We walked up to the bandstand and back,
and saw the queue at the kiosk growing and growing. A shame really; there was
no need for a queue. If that were my kiosk I’d employ people who could actually
do the job.
Just
as I got home so my phone beeped. “My Boy TM” had found a
decent second-hand bath on Facebook Marketplace for fifteen quid. A couple of
messages, a little drive, and I’ve got the first part of the expanded bog
filter.
Result!!
What with all the excitement of having had littlun to stay,
time was pressing on, so “er indoors TM” popped up the road
to the kebab shop for dinner. We scoffed kebabs whilst watching more “Taskmaster”.
I like kebab… but this one isn’t sitting very well.
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