I didn’t sleep very well last night. When I finally
got warm so the dogs started fidgeting, and when they finally settled so the
aching started. I must have overdone the gardening yesterday.
I got up, made toast and watched an episode of “The
Other One” then sparked up my lap-top. There wasn’t a lot going on this
morning really, but there were a few photos of the Maison Dieu in Dover. The
place has been closed for two years (that’s why there’s been no beer
festivals there), and from what I could see it looks just the same as when they started.
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM” had made
her move in our chess game. She’d had my prawn with her horsey, which I thought
was fighting talk. I threatened her horsey with the bishop’s prawn on E3 and
hoped for the best. Amazingly she made a bit of a bad move and I huffed her
horsey with the bish. She wasn’t impressed.
I munzed, and got a butterfly and a qrate too, and I got
Wordle on the third attempt.
And then I spent an age fighting with the Met Office
app on my phone. It was “having an issue” as it was unable to load data.
It finally started working in the early evening..
I went down the road to the dentist as I had an
appointment with the dentist and the hygienist. As I stood outside with
everyone else waiting for someone to open the door so my phone rang. It was one
of the dentist’s receptionists telling me that the appointment with the
hygienist had been cancelled.
Eventually someone opened the door. Everyone who had
been queuing outside all went to the counter where three receptionists were
sitting, only to be rudely told that reception was self-service and we were
directed to some pad-devices by the door.
I got in to see the dentist ten minutes after my
scheduled appointment was due to start. Bearing in mind I was due to be first
one of the day, that wasn’t a good start for them. The dentist rummaged in my
gob and muttered something incomprehensible. After a few minutes rummaging his
assistant said that all was done, and the reception people made an appointment
with the hygienist for Friday and with the dentist for six months’ time.
I really should change dentist; I’ve not been happy
with the lot down the road for years.
I came home, collected the dogs, and drove them up to
Kings Wood where we walked a different walk to usual. Over the weekend someone
had gone geocaching at the top end of the woods and had lost their glasses. I
thought we might try to find them; we didn’t, but we did find some socks. And
we met Amie and Willow too. We walked with them for a bit. It was good to catch
up.
With walk walked I took the dogs home, then drove up
to Sheerness and Whelan’s. Some of our garden ornaments were looking rather
tired, so I spent a small fortune replacing them. Whelan’s stuff is heavy; by the
time I’d lugged it round their yard and into the car, and then from the car to
the back garden I was knackered.
I spent an hour fighting with my phone and lap-top to
check my state pension forecast. It wasn’t easy. I finally established that
taking semi-retirement hasn’t affected my state pension.
I then went into the garden and hung up the garden
clock that “My
Boy TM” and ”Auntie Chel TM” got
me for Christmas. I’d deliberately not put it up earlier, but wanted to wait
until I started on the garden. And then I got out the paints and started
painting up the gnomes I’d bought earlier. I’ve got the red, yellow, blue and
white done. Green and black and pink will come later. Painting gnomes is like
potting plants and sorting shingle and any other garden job; it takes far
longer than you’d think it should take.
“er indoors TM” has
gone bowling. I’ve done the ironing. I’ve watched the last two episodes of “The
Other One”. I think I might paint some more gnomes…
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