I didn’t sleep that well last night. Shortly after I
finally nodded off “er indoors TM” ‘s alarm woke me, and then
once she’d got up, Treacle started barking for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
I got up and made toast. The Internet was its usual
argument. There was quite the squabble this morning about a flood relief weir
in the far east on one of the Facebook pages I follow. Was it made in the
twelfth century or in the 1980s? I would say “who cares” but it would
seem quite a few people did care. You wouldn’t believe how heated people got
over something so trivial.
“er indoors TM” fed the dogs and I
took them up to the woods. We had a rather good walk round. The place was
surprisingly much muddier than it had been yesterday. We met two other groups
of dogs, and Pogo’s reaction was entertaining. If the other dogs don’t get in
first he screams. But if the puppies recognize the other dogs, then Pogo just
stands and watches in amazement.
We walked for over an hour; at the end my watch said we’d
covered over four miles.
Getting home was entertaining. We got to within a few
hundred yards of home and found ourselves stuck behind the local DPD van. We’ve
met this one a few times before; the chap who drives it is an idiot. When he
has a delivery he doesn’t pull over, like anyone else would. He just stops his
van in the middle of the road, saunters out to make the delivery, chats on the
doorstep, then wanders back and drives on to the next port of call where he again
blocks traffic in all directions.
We eventually got home. I hosed the mud from Morgan’s belly
(no one else had a grubby tummy) then sorted a cuppa for me and “er
indoors TM”. I did dull housework for an hour or so, then spent
a couple of hours ironing whilst watching a film on Netflix. “Unfrosted” was rather
good - a comedy about the origin of
pop-tarts with an all-star cast including Tyrian Lanister out of Game of
Thrones. After this I watched an episode of UFO – made in
1970 and supposedly set in 1980 it hasn’t aged well.
I wrote up a little CPD, then once “er
indoors TM” had finished work we drove down to Folkestone. There
was a geo-meet on the Leas from which I collected a Mad Hatter trackable. And
having met and chatted with (mostly) German tourists we took a little
walk along the Leas before coming home.
Being rather late(ish) home we had KFC and watched
more “Meet the Richardsons”.
I’ve got a guts ache now…
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