I slept like a log and woke feeling raring to go… at half
past midnight. And then I just dozed on and off. This happens annoyingly often.
Eventually I gave up, got up and watched an episode of “Brassic”
in which him who was “Grumio” turned up in a camper van which he’d
converted into a mobile sex dungeon despite having no road tax, MOT or driving
licence.
I then did my usual peer into the Internet. There wasn’t a
lot happening so I had a quick Munz, then struggled with Wordle. I’ve been
playing that for the last few weeks; I’m not very good at it.
I set off to work and immediately spent a few seconds
retrieving the recycling bin and the food waste bin from where the bin men had
abandoned them. Having heard them bellowing as I'd been watching the telly I
rather thought I'd have to do that job before someone whose bin they'd lost
came and nicked ours.
As I drove out of Ashford so I noticed a motorbike in my
rear view mirror. It had its headlight on full beam, flew past me rather
dangerously at the traffic lights by Matalan and sped round the roundabout
where it caused no end of chaos by conking out right in everyone's way.
I remembered my old motorbike; a Suzuki GSX 250 which went
for scrap about forty years ago. It too used to conk out without warning
whenever it rained.
There was an interview on the radio with Dwayne Fields (no -
I'd never heard of him either) who has become the Chief Scout taking over
from Bear Grylls. From what the chap said he seems to be ideal for the
position. Mind you I did sit up and take notice when he said that half a
million youngsters were members. I thought it was far more than that - and
membership has grown in the last year.
I was in the cubs as a child. I lasted one week as a scout,
finding it rather scary. I was dragooned to assist our local group when “My
Boy TM” was eight, and I stayed as a leader for
thirteen years. It was fun at the time, but it did insidiously rather take over
my life.
I got to work where I was swizzed. Yesterday I was asked if
I could do some extra hours to help out. Bearing in mind the thirty-third Rule of Acquisition "it
never hurts to suck up to the boss" I agreed to work the morning
.After all a colleague whose birthday it was said she would be bringing in
cakes today. However I didn't consider the two hundred and eighty fifth Rule of
Acquisition "no good deed goes unpunished"; my colleague has
gone down with COVID, phoned in sick and there were no cakes. And to add insult
to injury I’d been asked to come in because she was not coming in.
I worked for the morning, then came home at mid-day. Once
home I loaded the dogs int the car and we drove up to Kings Wood. As I’d driven
down the motorway the weather had gone from bright to torrential rain and back
again a few times. Going to the woods was taking a chance.
As we parked so my phone beeped with the news that the Met
Office had cancelled the extreme weather warning for heavy rain and we had a
good walk. Having had a report that another of my geocaches had gone missing I
went to check. It was where it was supposed to be, but since I hid it nearly
two years ago the ferns have grown rather thickly around it.
We had a shorter-than-usual walk today. Treacle seemed
better when we left home and wasn’t limping. But after half a mile she was
walking rather awkwardly so we cut our walk short. I didn’t want her
over-exerting herself. Despite walking awkwardly she was still running round
like a thing possessed when she saw a shadow that offended her.
We came home and I spent a couple of hours fast asleep on
the sofa
“er indoors TM” boiled up fish
and chips which we scoffed watching more of “The Traitors US” in which
those who weren’t in the clique watched those in the clique whilst making no
secret of their jealousy. Whilst totally not realizing they weren’t actually
missing anything…
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