I woke, and went straight to my Advent Calendar. A dog in a
Christmas jumper with a bowl and some bones. Again I realized I should really
have opened the thing a couple of months ago. What was I going to say for
today’s installment.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. Apparently
there’s three more episodes of “Red Dwarf” coming out next year. Is this a
good thing? The show started very well all those years ago, but the last few
dozen episodes weren’t that good. I’m reminded of “Fawlty Towers” where
they made a point of only doing two seasons, or “Bottom” where Adrian
Edmunson said no to doing a fourth season. But perhaps I’m coming at it from
the wrong angle. I suppose for the actors and the writers this is guaranteed
income?
I sparked up my Munzee app and after a lot of fighting with
it I deployed a Widdle. Apparently you can now do a Widdle through the Munzee
app.
And having got Wordle on the fifth attempt I got the dogs
together and we went out.
We drove up to the woods and (in a novel break with
tradition) had an uneventful walk. We met a couple of other dog walkers and
each encounter passed off without episode.
As we drove home I was very conscious of a car behind me. It
drove down the rather steep hill from Challock seemingly inches from my back
bumper, flew past at the sharp corner at the bottom of the hill, then
tail-ended the car in front of me all the way to the traffic lights where we
all stopped. It then drove through a residential area far too fast before
finally flying into Dobbies car park at breakneck speed.
I got out the Hoover and watched Bailey with a smile. As I
pulled the Hoover out she watched me, but without moving and pretending to be
asleep. The moment I turned it on she flew at it in full attack mode. She is a
nightmare with the Hoover, and when I mow the lawn I have to be sure she is
inside or she will have the lawnmower.
And then the postman came with my early Christmas pressie;
a dozen bottles of Shepherd Neame Christmas ale. That’ll do very nicely.
“er indoors TM” set off to
Folkestone for babysitting duties. I set up the ironing board and cracked on at
the ironing whilst watching the last few episodes of “Brassic”. As I
ironed I was struck with inspiration for what I might say about today’s
installment of the Advent Calendar story.
“er indoors TM” returned with
kebab which we washed down with a bottle of the Christmas ale whilst watching Junior Taskmaster.
That was rather good. As was the Christmas ale –at seven per cent proof, you
can’t complain…
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