When I wasn’t listening to snoring last night I was
fighting dogs for bed space. The last time I looked at the clock was at seven
o’clock, and I was sleeping blissfully when “er indoors TM” alarm
went off half an hour later.
I made toast and had a look at Facebook. An old friend from
my days in the Boys Brigade was posting photos from Fiji. He works as a lawyer
specializing in a very specific field and so commands huge fees. Like many
people these days he can work anywhere he has an Internet connection. Based in
Melbourne he doesn’t work from home; he works from a succession of hotels, and
this morning he was working (and posting to Facebook) from Fiji. I’m a
tad jealous of the chap as he is obviously wealthy and can afford to travel. But
I do wonder if he is lonely. There is rarely (if ever) anyone
photographed with him or tagged in his photos. And travelling round like he
does he can’t see anyone for any length of time. Mind you I saw him in the
flesh a few years ago and he seemed happy enough.
I took the dogs up to the woods for a walk. We did our
usual circuit and once we were away from the car park we walked for miles and
didn’t see anyone. The dogs chased squirrels, it wasn’t that muddy at all… but
(as always) Bailey found fox poo and rolled in it. The foul creature.
We came home for a wash.
“er indoors TM” had seen
something whilst we were out. Did I want to change my car’s number plate? Back in the day my old Espace had the number
plate K17E MB. That cost me two hundred and fifty quid. For only eight hundred
and fifty quid I could have BO07 DOG. One of the companies was offering a fifty
per cent off deal. But when you looked closely that was fifty per cent off of
their admin cost. A saving of twenty quid; not the four hundred quid that you
might think. I found the same registration on another website slightly cheaper.
I sent them an email asking if we might haggle.
And then I had a stroke of genius and went on the
government’s website (which is where number plates come from!) only to
find it was two hundred quid more expensive.
I then drove down to Folkestone. Whilst “Daddies’ Little
Angel TM” and Darcie WaaWaa TM” have
been on their little sojourn in Enfield, the garden of their flat in Folkestone
has run riot. Gardens do that. I went down with a car full of garden tools and
had a go at her front yard. I gathered up the rubbish, and found an Amazon
parcel underneath it all. I then started off pulling weeds. After an hour I
realized it was taking an age so as an experiment I had a little go with the
strimmer. In retrospect I should have started off with the strimmer. Mind you
it made a mess, so I popped inside and got “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”’s
broom. Sadly it fell into four bits on the fifth stroke. I managed to sweep up
using the biggest fragment, then had a look at her back yard. There were some
rather tall weeds there, so I pulled them. By the time I’d pulled them and
bagged them I’d had enough. I loaded six bags of rubbish and a poggered
microwave into my car. As I’d worked I’d found a poggered microwave (as you
do).
I drove all the rubbish to the tip… While I wasn’t paying
attention the tip at Folkestone has been moved. It used to be up near Hawkinge.
Now it’s at Shornecliffe. Only about five miles away, but once I’d driven five
miles to the wrong place, and then driven to the right place I was rather
miffed to find that Folkestone’s tip also operates an appointment system.
However I didn’t see the notice until I’d got into the tip and I had to drive
through anyway. So I drove in, and on the way to beg the nice man to allow me
to empty my rubbish I bunged quite a bit of it into the skip on my way past.
I gave the nice man a load of flannel, and he was very good
about it.
“er indoors TM” sorted sausages
and chips then went bowling for the evening. I sat on the sofa and watched a
film. The latest re-make of “All
Quiet on the Western Front” wasn’t as good as the previous versions of
the film, or the original book. Sadly this re-make was rather crap and
abandoned any attempt at plot or storyline in favour of things exploding. I
watched the film two
years ago and wasn’t impressed then either.
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