I went to the loo shortly after three o’clock and came back
to find minimal (i.e. sod all) bedspace and all four of them snoring
away. I tried to get back to sleep, but wresting space took some doing and it
was rather noisy, so I got up and watched drivel on telly for an hour before
trying the bed again.
I got a couple of hours kip.
I got up properly and opened the fourth window of my Advent
Calendar… a skateboard. How does that fit in with the story so far? I made
toast and whilst the voices in my head pondered skateboards I had my usual look
at the Internet. It was still there. The stupid were very quick to show off
their stupidity, and everyone else even quicker to laugh at them. Some half-wit
had proven the spontaneous creation of matter… he’d stuck a seed into a plant
pot filled with soil and a plant had grown. But there was still as much soil in
the pot as there had been when he’d planted the seed. So where did the matter
making up the plant come from? This fellow was serious!
I took the dogs up to the woods where we had a good
four-mile walk. We met a few other walkers near the car park and all encounters
passed off well, but once we were more than a quarter of a mile from the car
park we didn’t see anyone else at all. We did see a deer skeleton though. And
that made me wonder. That skeleton wasn’t there yesterday; we would have seen
it as we walked past as it was rather obvious. So one of two things had
happened. Either the deer had dropped dead after ten o’clock yesterday morning
and had been stripped to bone in less than a day, or something had dragged the
skeleton to where we found it..
I’m wondering… The bones looked a tad grim. It looked more
than a day old. But what could have dragged it? Surely it would have been too
heavy for a fox? It turns out that there have been big cat sightings reported in
Kings Wood (admittedly a few years ago). I asked on the Big Cats in Kent
Facebook page, and a few people commented that there *have*
been sightings of big cats recently, but the leading light on there said that
he didn’t work with the press any more. I can’t say I blame him; I suspect
they’d just be taking the piss.
We came home where the dogs had a dunk in the bath. Bailey
had brown smears down her back (yuk!), and Morgan was a bit whiffy too.
With dogs scrubbed I went on a little shopping trip. First
of all to Wickes where I got a waterproof electrical connector. And then on to
Screwfix to get the screwdriver that Wickes didn’t have. I know that I can see
B&Q from our back window, but over the years I’ve found that Wickes and
Screwfix are friendly and helpful, and B&Q are utterly disinterested.
And then I popped into Tesco as I had orders from “er
indoors TM” to get some milk. As I walked in I saw
that they were doing bottles of Baileys at less than half price to ClubCard
holders. And there were one or two other bargains to be had if you brandished
your ClubCard. Cheese, biscuits, doughnuts, port… When I came to pay the bill
was fifty-seven quid. But when I waved my ClubCard that dropped to forty quid.
In the past I’ve been rather disparaging about Tesco ClubCard. But now I’m a
believer.
I came home where we scoffed some of the doughnuts for
lunch, then I got busy in the garden. A couple of years ago the electrical
cable from the kitchen to the garden water features melted on a particularly
hot day, and then got chewed by rats. I repaired it at the time, but over the
last couple of months the supposedly waterproof join has taken to falling apart
in the rain. So today I took it all apart, ran the cable through a hose pipe to
(hopefully) make it rat- and weather-proof and connected it all back up
again. Ideally I’d not have a join and have one cable going all the way, but
since we had the kitchen done we can’t easily (at all!) get a cable
through the air brick and to the plug.
At the moment all is working. Here’s hoping it stays
working.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good curry which we washed down with a bottle of plonk whilst watching more “Junior
Taskmaster”. And with dinner scoffed I cracked open the cheese and crackers
I’d bought in Tesco earlier. The dogs like the crackers, and I have the cheese.
Blue Brie… not too shabby at all.
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