I didn’t hear Morgan getting up in the night but I heard my
phone. The wi-fi and the mobile data were both turned off but it was still
getting notifications about all sorts of things all night long. Does it get
them through the Bluetooth? And if so, from where?
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Yesterday I
had birthday wishes from well over a hundred people. I was rather flattered and
humbled… until I realized that I’ve got over six hundred people on my Facebook
friends list. Which means that for every one that was kind enough to send a
wish, five others couldn’t be arsed.
There was a post on the Dog Club Facebook page from someone
who’d only been once before. Did we still meet if it was raining. I had a look
outside and saw it was hossing down. There’s no denying that the bottle of port
last night had been a tad overkill, and I didn’t relish the prospect of
standing in the mud in a downpour with a hangover. But before I could
officially cancel, others had posted that they were going.
I munzed and wordled, and we went off to go stand in the
mud in a downpour. The rain soon stopped, but what we lacked in rain we made up
for in mud. We all had a great time, but we all got filthy. The dogs all
arrived looking clean, and within minutes all were sodden and dripping with
mud. But the happy faces!!
As we drove home Steve was doing the mystery year
competition on the radio. When was the first Lidl store opened in the UK? I
thought it was 1993. I was only one year out.
We came home for serious dog washing. With soap. And dog
coats, dog towels and our muddy trousers went into the washing machine. Then I
had a stroke of genius and took the dog coats back out and pulled the lumps of
mud off before they blocked up the washing machine.
“er indoors TM” sorted us both a
cuppa and a hot cross bun, and I had a little look at the internet. I had some
emails. A fellow hunter of Tupperware had been up to Kings Wood this morning
and got First to Find on the last two unfound geocaches that I hid earlier in
the week. I *think* that’s all of them found now, so I know they are all
there and all is good with them. From here on in it should just be ongoing
maintenance with them which I should be able to do on our regular dog walks.
Or that’s the plan.
“er indoors TM” spent the morning
carrying with making a model kit she got a while back. I built one of my
birthday pressies – a Lego bamboo. I do like the Lego botanical series. And
with “er indoors TM” off visiting her mum for the afternoon
I cracked on with the ironing. As I ironed I watched episodes of “Sick Note”; a rather
entertaining series featuring him who played Ron Weasley in “Harry Potter”.
As I ironed my phone rang. It was nice-next-door.
Did I have a plunger she could borrow as her toilet was blocked. I have two
plungers which I popped round and left with her. I’m quite happy to supply
plungers; I’m not so keen on unbunging chodbins.
The plungers came back (suitably cleaned) ten
minutes later with an assurance that they had done the trick. I was rather
pleased about that, and was pleased to have been of help. She’s the sixteenth
neighbour who’s lived in that house in the thirty-four years we’ve lived here,
and we’ve probably had more to do with her than with all the others combined.
And then with a little time on my hands I went into the
garden, got out the pressure washer and had a go at the paved areas out the
back. I made a point of not blasting into the nooks and crannies where things
might be hibernating, but the area outside the back door isn’t black any more.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza
for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “The Traitors US”. The
American show differs from the UK version in that the contestants in the
American one have all been on various reality TV shows and if you aren’t up on
American TV then the alliances and hatreds don’t make much sense, and there is
a ridiculous amount of overacting.
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow… I hope my phone is quiet
overnight.
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