With “er indoors TM”, “Darcie Waa Waa TM”
and the dogs all up in the attic room I had a rather good night’s sleep. I
didn’t hear a peep out of them all night.
I woke feeling surprisingly chipper bearing in mind the ale, port
and benedictine that had gone down my neck yesterday. I made toast in a toaster
which was working perfectly for a change; presumably it doesn’t like the
prospect of having me fixing it. I had a look at the internet. It was rather
dull at half past seven on a Sunday morning. Mind you one article caught my
eye. Martin Freeman (the actor) has given up being a vegetarian and feels much better for
having done so. I was reminded of a little episode many years ago when I
was a cub scout leader. We were doing some badge or other in which healthy
eating was brought up, and some vegetarian who had been wheeled on was utterly
unable to answer an eight year old little girl who asked if we were supposed to
be vegetarian, why did God make animals out of meat.
Apropos of nothing I checked the weather forecast in Samarkand,
had a quick Munzee session and made an early start in the garden before it all
kicked off. Perhaps a tad early, but I probably wouldn’t have been a nuisance
as not-so-nice-next-door goes to church every Sunday morning.
Ironically many not-so-nice people do.
My plan was to empty out the garden storage boxes by the
kitchen window so’s we could move them about. I opened the lid of the first,
and several pints of rainwater gushed out of the lid soaking what was inside
the box. Fortunately the other box seemed OK. But with one poggerd box I needed
to first dry out was had been drenched, and then look to scaring up more
storage space elsewhere and getting rid of rubbish.
The shed was the obvious place to store stuff, so I emptied
out the big stuff and had a bit of a shift about. I started making a pile of
stuff to go to the tip. Rather than agonizing over whether or not I should keep
something I’ve not used in years I took the line that if it had been chewed by
mice or was covered in mould, then it was going.
There’s no denying that I could have got on a lot faster
without dogs and granddaughter running underfoot, but there it is.
Just when I was at the point of maximum chaos so I heard
voices. Brother-in-law had arrived. Over the last few weeks I’ve noticed that
the gutters at the back of the house had been overflowing. Brother-in-law
brought ladders over today, and mother-in-law too.
We soon got the ladders up, and up I went. The gutter had
been overflowing at two places. One where a plant had taken root, and another
where an old pouch of tobacco had got wedged. I hoiked both out, and had a
little scrape-out of the gutters as best I could. And we got the poggered
garden storage box apart too. That took some doing.
We then sat at the new garden bench and had a cuppa. It was
good to catch up. Lilttlun spent the time alternately wreaking havoc and
snogging the dogs.
All too soon it was time for everyone to go. Some back to
Hastings, others to Folkestone. I tidied up the mess I’d made earlier. The shed
was tidy… until I filled it with stuff to go to the tip. Sadly the tip is
closed tomorrow.
“er indoors TM” returned and we took
the dogs round the block for a walk. Bailey was getting rather quarrelsome (she
gets fractious if she doesn’t go out) so we walked up the road to the new
geocache that went live a week or so ago. We soon found what we were looking
for, and came home via one or two Munzees.
When I went to do the on-line geo-stuff I got told I had
been given an electronic souvenir for logging a geocache this weekend.
Apparently this weekend is the twenty-fourth anniversary of GPS technology
being made available to the general public. I didn’t know that. I didn’t know
that there were e-souvenirs to be had either. Back in the day the on-line
geocaching talk would have been full of that news. Back in the day geocaching
wasn’t dying on its arse.
Over a rather good bit of dinner we watched the last
episode of the first season of “Race Across The World”. A rather good
show; just a shame who won. I took an instant dislike to them.
I ache – I must stop doing so much physical lugging stuff
about and climbing ladders. Not that I intend to climb ladders for a while.
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