I didn’t sleep that well; the new CPAP machine has a very
funny smell, and the hose pipe is totally inflexible.
I peered into the Internet as I scoffed brekkie as I do
most mornings. Two friends were having birthdays today. Friends from the good
old days of kite flying. Really good friends… such a shame they live so far
away.
Another friend was griping about getting so may adverts for
funeral plans. Some people get rather upset about the thought of their own
croaking. Me; I get more upset about the thought of having a eulogy blathered
by some vicar who had no idea who I was (as actually happened with my
father-in-law and brother-in-law), to say nothing of the dogs being put
into a dog orphanage. I’ve left instructions… and my own eulogy too.
I got the dogs onto their leads and I took them up to the
woods. The sky was overcast as we started, and as we walked along the top of a
rise we found ourselves going parallel to some strange woman in the valley
below. This woman had two dogs at which she was constantly shrieking and
blowing a whistle. I have no idea why she was shrieking at the dogs; they
seemed to be minding their own business. It strikes me that half the trick of
getting dogs to do as they are told and to come when called is to leave them be
for the most part. They aren’t daft. I only call my three back when there is a
reason; usually because there is a Forestry England lorry or a horse coming
down the track toward us. The dogs see the lorry or horse and seem to
understand why I’m calling them. In the past when I was constantly calling them
back they soon tired of it.
Just as our walk took us to the furthest point from the car
so the heavens opened. According to the weather forecast the rain was due to
start just about when we would have got home after the walk. Clearly the
weather hadn’t heard the forecast. We were all soaking wet by the time we got
back to the car.
We came home for warming showers and dry pants. I made a
cuppa for me and for “er indoors TM” who didn’t want cake.
What was that all about?
With cuppa guzzled I popped to Tesco for milk. The shop
over the road from us sells milk, but I watch the stuff get delivered before
six o’clock on the mornings when I am up silly early. On other days I see it
sitting in the morning sunshine as I go to work an hour or so later. And on
other days I see it finally get taken into the shop when I take dogs for a walk
at nine o’clock. It’s hardly surprising that their milk never lasts more than a
day.
I got to Tesco; it was heaving. Having narrowly avoided
some silly old git’s trolly a dozen times, his wife apologized to me, snatched
the trolly from him and told him that he couldn’t push the trolly any more as
he keeps crashing into other people. It was only at that point that the old git
seemed to realized there was anyone else in the shop but him.
I got milk, wine, port and cakes… and completely forgot all
the other stuff I’d gone to Tesco to get.
With the rain showing no sign of letting up I spent an hour
or so solving geo-puzzles. As I puzzled I had a message. Favourite oldest
granddaughter had passed her driving test. Having recently changed her
instructor as she was fed up with constantly being told how bad she was, she
can’t have been that bad.
I then cracked on with the ironing. As I ironed I watched a
film on Netflix. “Billy Eliott” was rather
good… but was strange in that whoever had actually put the film together had
ballsed up with the sound. Sometimes I couldn’t hear it and had to crank the
volume up. Other times it was deafening.
I wrote up a little CPD, and then did the “Feed The Fish”
ritual with the dogs. Or with Treacle at any rate. With the rain not letting up
the other two weren’t going outside.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather good bit of dinner which we
washed down with the plonk I’d bought earlier. At just over three quid a
bottle, it wasn’t bad really.
Today was a tad dull. The rain started at half past nine
this morning and didn’t let up all day. There was so much else I could have
done.
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