I woke at half past four and lay awake unable to nod
off… and suddenly the alarm was going off. That rarely happens. I opened the
next window of my Advent Calendar, then made toast and had my usual brekkie
ritual.
This morning there were several arguments on Facebook
about episodes of Star Trek that aired thirty years ago, and a religious
argument about flying fish on the National Geographic page. There was very
little that I’d actually signed up to see though. These days most of the
dog-related groups are filled with photos of dogs which have recently died. No
one posts pictures of their dogs doing anything; they just wait until it is too
late. And Facebook rarely (if ever) shows me anything about walking in
the countryside, fishing, Sparks, ELO or any work related stuff. Not even any
ladies of dubious morals any more. Mind you these days I seem to get endless
suggestions that I might like to join groups about Calvin
and Hobbes.
I wouldn’t.
I munzed. Some of the local munzees had been cursed
overnight (it’s a Munzee thing) and got Wordle on the fourth attempt.
We then set off to Dog Club where we had a rather good
time; if somewhat cold and muddy. Dogs charged about in the mud, treats were
scoffed. I love it. And one of our number gave us a little pressie with a
lovely message in the card thanking us for giving up our Saturday mornings to
run it. I must admit I don’t feel I give up anything – I love Dog Club.
We came home for a cuppa, and I posted today’s
instalment of the Advent Story to the world. I’m not
sure where this story is going, but then I never know where the thing is going.
I’m sure the voices in my head know what’s happening.
I changed out of muddy trousers, donned my gay apparel
and set off to Hastings… via Folkestone to collect “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and Darcie
WaaWaa TM”. Littlun’s gay apparel was her skeleton dress.
We had a rather good afternoon at the family Christmas
party. Loads of food and drink, party games (I particularly enjoyed “pass
the parcel”) and Santa visited too. The smaller ones had great fun with the
dogs. The only down side to the day was that on looking back there must have
been over fifty people along and I was certainly in the top five oldest.
I slept most of the way home. Today was a
rather good day.
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