I didn’t have the best of nights last night. I woke in the
small hours in desperate need of the loo, and rather than getting up, going and
going back to kip (which would have taken about two minutes) I spent
hours twisting and turning and trying to resist the urge to get up.
Eventually I rose, did that which I should have done hours
before, made toast and had my usual look at the Internet. It was much the same
as ever. This morning there was some chap ranting on one of the Facebook pages
I follow. He was ranting about how he’s never used algebra in his life, and why
should children be taught it? This is a rant which appears from time to time
and is always ranted by the genuinely stupid. Everyone uses algebra every
single day, and those who claim they don’t, don’t actually know what algebra
is.
I munzed and wordled, and seeing the rain had stopped I
took the dogs out. The traffic round Ashford was a nightmare this morning.
Again there was gridlock at the Cows roundabout, and matters weren’t helped by
people trying to randomly swap lanes but not using indicators to show where
they wanted to go.
The trouble with Ashford’s traffic is that what with the
motorway and the train lines the town is cut into sections between which it is
rather difficult to move. It only takes one road to get a delay and the whole
town stops.
We eventually got to the woods where we had a good walk.
The same route of four miles as yesterday. Bailey found a bone and some fox
poo, but nothing that a dunk in the bath (with soap!) couldn’t shift.
As the rain started again I went into the garden and
did some more pressure-washing of the patio. The little hand-held
pressure-washer is so much easier to use than the big one in the shed, but
neither is much good for my back.
I then drove to the post office. Sky wanted the old
router back. I would have thought that the obvious thing for them to have done would
have been to have the bloke take away the old when he delivered the new, but
what do I know.
From there I drove down to Folkestone to collect my
favourite lady for an afternoon out. I’d been messaging with Badger’s
Hill Farm about visiting there this afternoon. They told me
that we should wear wellies as it would be muddy. Sadly they didn’t tell me not
to bother going as the place would be closed.
Oh well… it was only an hour’s worth of wasted
driving.
From there it wasn’t *that* far to Bybrook Bark
to look at their fish. Sadly they were having a delivery of fish and so the
aquarium was closed. I took a deep breath. But we got to see the pond fish,
some angel fish and an axolotl too. Littlun seems to like axolotls. She was
quite taken with the acers outside as well.
An acer is a far more practical proposition at the
moment.
By then it was home time, and we had something of a
reprise of this morning’s drive to the woods. What is usually a five-minute
drive from the garden centre to the motorway took forty-five minutes. It took
me four times as long to get to the motorway as it took to get from Ashford to
Folkestone.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fish and chips for tea which we scoffed whilst watching the last episode of “Celebrity
Hunted”. I won’t say what happened or who (if indeed anyone) won,
but I must admit that having been convinced I would do OK on that show, now I’m
not so sure. Mind you, when you realise the amount of CCTV that would seems to
be across the country, some sort of a disguise would be a must. Wouldn’t it?
My back still hurts… Perhaps the four-mile walk, the
hour with the pressure-washer and carrying littlun round the garden centre was
a tad too much?
And the goldfish have stirred up the muck in their tank
again.
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