I got up and after I’d had a shave I had my usual rummage
round the Internet. It was still there. No one was squabbling about anything
which was rather remarkable.
I Munzed, got Wordle on the fourth go, measured blood
pressure (144/88 this morning), then got ready for the off.
We had a minor contretemps on the way to the woods. Some
idiot in a black Toyota Yaris had been tail-ending me from half-way up
Brookfield road to the motorway roundabout (about a mile) where he
dangerously overtook. I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him, and then I
followed him as he drove not two yards from the car in front of him all the way
to Boughton Aluph (two more miles). The car he’d been following turned
off there and I then followed him to the turn-off to the woods which he reached
about five seconds before I did.
The woods were busy today – not with walkers but with vans.
We see a van driving round the woods about once a month or so. Today we saw
three different ones. Two from Forestry England; one unmarked.
We also found a pair of pants. Nice pants. We’ve found a
pair of freshly shitted pants before, but these were clean. How on Earth does
anyone lose a set of undercrackers in the woods? I suspect unmoral activity.
It was warmer today than it has been so Bailey didn’t wear
her coat. I’m not sure if that was good or bad; when I wasn’t looking she got
herself a serious smearing of fox poo on her back, so once home it was into the
bath.
With dogs scrubbed I made myself a cuppa, then did some
housework. I put washing in. I ran round with the Hoover. And I cleaned out the
fridge. I’ve been threatening to clean out the fridge for some time, and it was
quite the adventure. There were two almost (but not quite) empty jars of
wholegrain mustard. There were two almost (but not quite) empty Jif
lemons. There was a lump of Stilton (fortunately wrapped) that I’d
forgotten about from Christmas. There were two three-quarter empty pots of
cream that I’d been keeping for no apparent reason. There were two opened jars
of Branston pickle. And I found a jar of piccalilli; I was sure we had some.
I won’t mention best before dates… I’ll just say that quite
a bit went down the chodbin, and the winner was some ground coffee powder that
went out five years ago.
I’d actually cleaned out the fridge to find out what the
whiff was. Amazingly it wasn’t any of the contents that were smelling; the
drain at the back was rather grim. It’s sorted now.
The fridge is remarkably empty right now… let’s keep it
that way.
I wrote up some CPD, I watched
some telly, and then I heard something. The local Green party had stuffed the
local county councilor’s newsletter through the letterbox. I read it, and quite
liked his honesty; he admitted that there is a lot that he can’t do, but said
that he was sharing his email address in case anyone had any issues. I sent him
an email about the railway underpass by Asda which floods whenever we get heavy
rain. I mentioned it the other day. Last year
I emailed the local councilor about it. All she did was email me a link to
report a flood. Let’s see if the county councilor will do anything.
Whilst I was at it I emailed my MP about it as well.
And then my phone rang. The Occupational Health people from
work have advised me to come off night shifts until my blood pressure
stabilizes. They’ve also told me to lose weight. That’s easier said than done.
I made a point of sitting and taking it easy whilst
watching the telly for a while, then took my evening blood pressure
measurement. I did it three times as per instructions; the average was 160/98
which is still firmly in the stage two hypertension category. I always think of
stage two hypertensives as breathless fat old sods gasping for air; not
sprightly fat old sods who regularly walk the dogs four miles round the woods.
“er indoors TM” boiled up dinner which
we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “The Traitors” which is a
strangely captivating show. Most of the contestants (the Faithful) have
to guess who are the traitors. With absolutely no clues or evidence whatsoever,
the whole thing just becomes one big popularity contest.
It’s rather amusing…
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