I had planned to take the dogs up to the woods this
morning, but as I woke I heard heavy rain against the window. Ho Hum.
I made toast and peered into the internet and saw I’d been
welcomed into a Facebook group – International Camping Adventures. I didn’t
remember joining it; it looked to be a rather dull group (and that’s up
against some pretty stiff competition) so I left it.
And Facebook sent me a message too. Yesterday something
popped up in my Facebook feed which looked interesting. I clicked on it and it
went straight to hard-core porn. I reported this, but (yet again)
serious filth doesn’t go against their “community standards”.
With the rain showing no sign of letting up I had a look at
my finances. The electrical issues of the last month came in a lot cheaper than
they might have done, but still was an expense I didn’t need, and I’m seriously
regretting having had the windows replaced. I hesitate to say the job was
bodged, but I’m not at all happy with the finish, and we will probably have to
pay someone else to put it right.
As I counted the pennies I remembered the Vex card that
work gave me last year as a long service award. It’s in my Google wallet and is
of no use to me whatsoever. It is supposedly worth fifty quid… I can use it to
get fifty quid’s worth of stuff that I don’t want from a shop I would otherwise
never go into.
On the plus side there’s no council tax or water bill this
month, and all the mucking about with the broadband had reduced the Sky bill by
a tenner a month.
As the rain continued I had this idea that the pressure
washer generates loads of wet mess, so if I had a pressure wash round the
garden the rain might wash away the muck. I got a little bit done before the
battery went flat. That’s the trouble with a battery-powered pressure washer –
you (I) need to remember to keep the batteries charged.
I Munzed and Wordled. I did a YouGov survey and wrote up
CPD until the rain stopped. Finding myself getting rather restless I took the
dogs to the woods where we walked for four miles. We did get rather muddy, but
what did we expect really? It was a shame that Bailey had to roll in something
disgusting, but that’s what she does.
We had baths when we returned, and I had a cup of coffee
and a couple of biccies for lunch. I was tempted to have a pot noodle, but one
of those contains two thirds of the calories I’d walked off round the woods
earlier.
With one battery charged I went back out into the garden
and blasted across the patio for a bit. Once blasted it is a rather nice pale
sandy colour, but before blasting the patio is covered in a thick black gunge.
It was clean not six months ago; where does all this muck come from?
The battery lasted about as long as my back did. When we
were at the woods I slipped in the mud; I think I’ve pulled something.
I sat and played chess against the bots on chess dot com
until I was able to move again.
“er indoors TM” went off to
bowling. I settled in front of the telly with the dogs and watched a film on
Netflix. “Renfield”
was billed as an action comedy horror. It was entertaining enough but could
have done with a little (lot) less action and a little (any at all)
more comedy.
And in closing I’ll mention that the goldfish are doing it
again. Having spent loads of time and effort getting their tank pristine,
they’ve developed an odd habit. Every evening they start digging in the gravel
and the tank goes from beautifully clear to so murky you can’t see anything.
Overnight they stop digging and the tank clears. They then swim about for the
day, and in the evening start digging again. They seem happy; apparently it’s what
goldfish do.
My back really hurts…
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