With no alarm set I slept like a log last night and had
been hoping for a lie-in this morning. But about ten seconds after “er
indoors TM” got up so Treacle got off the bed to
follow her with the biggest crash you ever did hear. And then Morgan and Bailey
embarked on a rather vigorous game of chase in which there were two play areas
– on the duvet and under the duvet.
I got up.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was still
there. Yesterday I got a trophy-thingy from work for forty years service. This
morning over a hundred people had clicked the “like” button. That was
nice. Personally I’ve half a mind to either bin the thing or sell it on eBay;
I’ve really taken against it. Perhaps had it not been three years late in
arriving and been presented to me rather than posted to me, I might be a little
more grateful.
There were several people posting to Facebook this morning
about how they were abandoning Twitter/X as it has become very political.
Apparently BlueSky is now the way to go. Personally I abandoned Twitter years
ago as I couldn’t get my head round all the # and @ nonsense. And I was already
spending far too much time in Facebook. I didn’t need another social media to
complain about.
Will I follow the herd and get a BkueSky account? Probably.
I suppose I’d best find out something about it first.
“er indoors TM” set off to work.
I took the dogs up to the woods for a walk. Being rather misty I hoped we might
see deer. We saw one – or that is I saw one. A dead one laying on the side of a
path. Fortunately the dogs didn’t see it. Seeing the dead deer reminded me of
an old friend though. Thirty years ago back in the days of the snake club my
old mate Bob used to live in Challock and was gamekeeper on some of the land
that backs on to the top end of Kings Wood. He once told me that part of his
duties was culling the deer. He claimed that he had to shoot one deer a day
every day of the year to keep their numbers in check. That sounded a tad
excessive to me. Sadly Bob’s no longer with us to confirm or deny this...
It was rumoured that through the reptile keeping Bob
acquired a rattlesnake. Shortly after the rumours started he was found dead in
his house having died of a heart attack. When one of the snake club was called
to collect and re-home Bob’s snakes no rattlesnake was found, but one of the vivaria
was open. Heart attack is one of the results of a rattlesnake bite. Did he have
a rattler that had him?
There’s a lesson in there for all of us.
We came home. Although the dogs hadn’t rolled in anything
they were a bit whiffy and so had a bath. I then mowed the lawn and whilst I
was at it gave the new strimmer its first go. It seems to do the job.
I put washing in to scrub and got on with the ironing
whilst watching all of the second season of “The End of the FXXXing World”
which featured the chap who had been shot dead at the end of the first season.
I then started making dinner. It bubbled and simmered until
“er indoors TM” came home. We scoffed it whilst
watching more “Bake Off”. Sadly Plov Mk IV was also a tad bland and had
far too much rice, but I have plans for Plov Mk V.
But the plonk wasn’t too bad…
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