I slept like a log last night but woke feeling like death
warmed up. The after-effects of one bottle of plonk? I made toast and had my
usual root around the Internet. Nothing had changed. Petty bickering and name
calling continued, and I had a sea of videos on Facebook featuring people
pulling things out of cows’ hooves. Just lately I’d say at least a third (of
not more) of what I see on Facebook is videos of cows having hoof
infections treated. What’s that all about? I suppose it’s an improvement on the
dodgy pornmongering I’ve had in the past, but I have to wonder whatever
prompted their algorithms to come up with this idea.
There were quite a few twee inspirational memes being
posted too. Have you ever noticed that they are posted by people who have been
lucky in life. Those who suggest that when life gives you lemons you should
make lemonade have never been handed a lemon by life..
I then made the mistake of allowing the antivirus thingy to
do its thing. It does its thing in the background without issue, but
periodically it asks me if it can do a big scan and clear out. And I always let
it, completely forgetting that when I do it automatically throws away all
memory of saved passwords and settings.
It didn’t take *that* long to get the laptop back to
how it was supposed to be.
“er indoors TM” was off out with
the craft club this morning, so whilst she coated the inside of the microwave
with porridge (don’t ask!) I took the dogs to Dog Club. The weather was
very overcast but we still had about fifteen dogs along. They played and
rough-and-tumbled as dogs do. Morgan got rather excited as he does, but as time
goes by he is learning that nipping gets him time-out and muzzle time, and he
was as good as gold today. Whenever there were any little spats he was
immediately there, but watching on the sidelines. Not making an iffy situation
worse as he used to do.
And Whisper came along too. On our walk in Kings Wood last
Thursday as we were a few hundred yards from the car park, the dogs charged
round a corner and a small voice said “that dog is smaller than Whisper”.
Whisper was a little dachshund who then played with my three hounds for quite a
while in the woods. I told his family about Dog Club and they came along today;
they seemed to enjoy themselves. Whisper certainly did. New dogs at Dog Club
are usually quite timid to begin with, but dachshunds just get stuck in, and
Whisper certainly did.
The forecast rain held off until we were getting into the
car to come home. But having had a good session at Dog Club so it rained heavily
for the rest of the day.
As I started the car so Steve read out the giveaway
question for the Mystery Year competition. The first Moon landing? 1969.
We came home for a bath; the dogs were filthy. And I
changed into trousers that weren’t plastered in muddy dog paw prints. To be
fair I do encourage the dogs to jump up at me.
I set the washing machine going, made a cuppa and got Alexa
to play Radio Ashford as I wrote up a little CPD. And with
CPD done I turned on the telly and watched several episodes of “Brassic”.
“er indoors TM” returned from
craft club, then went straight back out again. Her and Cheryl were off to Folkestone
to help “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” have a bit of a
tidy-up. I watched two more episodes of “Brassic” then had a sleep until
“er indoors TM” came home. She brought Darcie
WaaWaa TM” and Pogo as the most recent fruit of my loin was
planning on having a much-deserved decent night’s kip tonight.
My favourite lady charged up to me for a hug, and as our
dinner was boiled up for us so we played. At one point littlun got up from the
sofa, turned to me and said “excuse me Granddad” and then pottered off.
Where did she get that from?
She’s currently in the bathroom with her grandmother. It is
quiet, which is either a result, or ominous. I’m not sure which.
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