I’ve still got this cold that I’ve had for a day or
so. It seems worse in the mornings and I felt particularly grim today. I got up
and once I’d had a scrape I made toast and rolled my eyes as I peered into the
Internet. There’s never any arguments as
bitter as those on the Facebook pages about garden ponds.
One ongoing squabble makes me laugh. There’s two sides
to this one.
One group of people feel that tap water and rain water
are urine straight from Satan’s willie and they would rather fill their ponds
with concentrated sulphuric acid rather than with rain or tap water. These
people spend all their lives treating their ponds with plants and filtering
them to get the levels of various chemicals just to exactly the level that
manufacturers of test kits feel they should be. And once they’ve got everything
to just the level that the kit says it should be, they then then regularly
empty out between a quarter to a half of the pond water every month and fill it
with the tap water or rain water about which they are so derogatory. And they
then fart around trying to get the levels of chemicals back to where they were.
The other group of people just let the pond get on
with it, and occasionally top the pond up from the hose when it needs it.
Neither side seems to realise that both have pristine
ponds.
They were all kicking off again this morning with the
chemicals brigade claiming that rain water contains very high levels of
chlorine. The fact that it doesn’t was neither here nor there to anyone.
I took the dogs up to the woods for our walk. As
always, once away from the car park we hardly saw anyone. But we did find
ourselves following some very normal people at one point. A mile from the
nearest road and still they had their dogs on leads. Seriously?
I felt the woods were quiet today though. Quiet as in
silent. Usually we hear birds chirping and squawking, and squirrels rustling in
trees. And if we’re lucky there’s deer crashing about. But today was silence.
You really could have heard a pin drop. What was that all about?
As we came back to the car park so we met a labrador.
Mabel. Mabel’s mummy was rather taken with Bailey and Morgan, and shared dog
treats with them. That was a result.
We came home for a bath. Tummies were grubby and again
Bailey had disgraced herself by rolling in something foul. And with bath bathed
so my phone had a flurry of alert messages. Somehow or other the Dog Cam I set
up a while ago had decided to tell me every time it detected motion. And
post-bath zoomies made for a lot of motion.
I eventually got the thing to stop bothering me, but
it took some doing.
With it quiet I popped over the road for some lunch.
They have some interesting stuff in the shop over the road. I got some Chinese
hot chicken flavoured pot noodle thing. It was rather tasty, but had my lips
and mouth burning for about half an hour after I’d finished scoffing.
With dinner scoffed I cracked on with the ironing. As
I scoffed and ironed I watched more episodes of “The Empress” in which
there was consternation when it transpired that the archduke had gone down with
a case of manky knobrot. Princess wotsit of Belgium really wasn’t impressed,
what with the archduke having plighted his troth and everything.
“er indoors TM” came home and
boiled up pizza and chips which we scoffed whilst watching Celebrity Bake off.
During the show Lucy Beaumont declared that you can eat a lot more if you take
your bra off.
Can you?
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