I quite often get up silly-early and leave “er
indoors TM” and the dogs in the pit where they all
stay asleep. In a novel break with tradition “er indoors TM” got
up very early today. Treacle and Morgan immediately followed, and Bailey started
crying because she is too small to get off the bed on her own.
With “er indoors TM” eventually
off on her errand I went back to bed. That is I went to the bed. I ogt there to
find Bailey was whinging because she’s too small to get up on her own. And once
she was up, the three of them started a great fighting-chasing game.
I did eventually get them to settle.
I got up a couple of hours later, made toast and had my
usual root round the Internet. Nothing had changed. Star Trek fans were being
particularly hateful to each other this morning. When I first got involved in
Trekkie fandom (forty years ago) it was one big argument… but looking
back it was a better quality of argument. Long before the Internet, Star Trek
fans used to have fan-made magazines every few
months. People would write in their opinionated rantings and have them
published. Everyone else would then take offence, but rather than immediately
responding (like we do with today’s Internet) we would have a few weeks
in which to hone our bitter and sarcastic replies. I once made the mistake of
saying that graphic novels are comic books, and the ensuing argument dragged on
for years. But it wasn’t an argument like today’s bitter Internet squabbles.
Because it was all done by posting to a magazine we had time to consider our
replies… and so we actually had something of a debate. Admittedly no one ever
agreed about anything, but there was a degree of civility about it which is
lacking in today’s bickering.
I got the dogs onto their leads and we wandered up the road
to find the car. As we went so the bin men were in Denmark Road… actually going
into people’s gardens, taking the bins out and bringing them back. Usually you
have to bring the bin to the pavement for them as they flatly refuse to get the
bins themselves… they are clearly hoping for a Christmas box.
We drove up to the woods and parked in the lower car park
for a change. Last weekend someone had stayed in a local hotel and spent three
days doing all the geocaches I’d hidden there. Today we went and had a little
look at the ones he couldn’t find. Three were there all along. Two were missing
(or I couldn’t find them either) and one was at the other end of the
woods so we left it for next time. But sorting these made for a good walk. And
unlike yesterday the mud was still frozen so we didn’t get too grubby. We didn’t
roll in any fox poo either. Bailey ate some though…
After five and a half miles we were back at the car.
We came home to find “er indoors TM” had
returned from her errand. She popped out to collect “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”
whose enforced sojourn in Enfield had come to an end. After we’d scoffed KFC
they all set off to Enfield to collect stuff and Darcie WaaWaa TM” .
I settled in front of the telly and watched “Star Trek:
Insurrection” which wasn’t a bad film, and then fell asleep during “Star
Trek: Nemesis”. As I dozed in front of the telly so Bailey dozed in the
flow of warm air from the living room fire. She seems to like that. She does
feel the cold, and it has been nippy today.
I’ve not really done anything much today, and I’m worn out.
I suppose we did walk a little further than usual this morning; my daily step
count is over fourteen thousand and my left knee is aching a bit. Perhaps I
shouldn’t walk the dogs quite so far?
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