Yesterday I won third prize in the works Christmas
raffle, and I posted a photo of the box of choccies I won on Facebook. By this
morning over fifty people had pressed the “like” button. However only
sixteen people had reacted to yesterday’s instalment of my Christmas story. I
found that rather odd…
There wasn’t a lot else happening on Facebook this
morning which was probably for the best. I did have an email form the credit
karma people. Last month my credit rating went down by eleven points. Today it
has gone up by eleven points. I’ve done nothing different this month to what I
did last month – what’s that all about?
With the rain having stopped I took the dogs up to the
woods. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the scandal facing the sport of
rugby. Apparently the rugby football union is losing money hand over fist,
they’ve just announced operating losses of nearly thirty-eight million quid,
they’ve laid off forty employees in the latest load of redundancies, and they
are paying their head honcho over five times what the Prime Minister gets.
And there was talk about
water bills. Apparently my personal water bill is set to go
through the roof as after years of giving all their money to shareholders,
water companies have finally realised they are supposed to be providing fresh
water and taking away used water.
Water, rugby… I blame Margaret Thatcher. I really do.
She came to power over forty years ago with the mind-set that absolutely
anything and everything could turn a profit. And this is our society now, isn’t
it?
We got to the woods and had a good walk. About a third
of the way round there was a minor commotion as Morgan woofed at a bush. Some
joggers emerged hoiking up their drawers. They were all very nice about it;
giggling that they would tiddle elsewhere, and ran off. Presumably to have that
tiddle.
About three quarters of the way round my watch
wobbled, and I pondered. My watch has unilaterally decided I should walk six
thousand steps every day, and it tells me off if I don’t. Our standard walk
round the woods comes in at about eight and a half to nine thousand steps. For
some time when walking this route my watch would make the six thousand steps
announcement at pretty much the same point (by one of the smaller sink holes).
But over the last few weeks the announcement has been coming later in our walk.
Today it was a good half mile further on, even though our total step count was
a shade over eight and a half thousand steps (what it has always been).
What’s that all about?
We came home and tested out the new shower attachment
on its first dog bath. It worked very well. That was something of a result. I
messed about doing some CPD,
harvested a bumper crop of dog turds from the garden and put some washing in to
scrub.
I then cracked on with the ironing whilst watching
episodes of “Four in a Bed”. I like that show as usually people squabble
and fall out. Sadly today’s episodes were a disappointment. Everyone loved
everyone else, everyone said they would go back to everyone else’s place, and
with people making overpayments, the one in last place had full payments from
everyone else.
I put up today’s instalment of the Advent Calendar. Frosty the Snowman
has arrived in our world. Usually Frosty arrives earlier.
“er indoors TM” went
shopping, and I settled in front of the telly underneath a pile of dogs and
watched today’s episode of “Downton Abbey”. I say “today’s episode”
– it was first aired over ten years ago. Atticus Aldridge appeared today. Spoiler
alert – he tries to do the dirty deed with Lady Rose…
And I did some dog photography too…
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