With no alarm set I woke four hours later than I did
yesterday. I got up and made toast, then had a look at the Internet. I was
presented with a memory. Three years ago we took a drive to have a look at two little puppies. Back them
Morgan and Bailey were going to be called William and Spud… if I’d had my way.
There wasn’t much else happening on-line. I Munzed – our
clan has reached its monthly target and I was awarded with a mace, a
typewriter, colour credits and zeds. Never a dull moment in Munzee. I then got
Wordle on the second attempt. Go me.
I got dressed and despite Alexa telling me about a weather
warning for fog I took the dogs out. There wasn’t any fog.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking to the author of a new book about the
relationship between Paul McCartney and John Lennon. There was then ten minutes
spent talking about how wonderful the Beatles had been. Personally I never
really warmed to them, but I just see that as yet another example of how out of
step I am with the rest of the world.
We got to the woods where we’d had reports of a geocache
we’d hidden being missing. It was; we replaced it. It’s no trouble to replace
them when they are missing; it gives us a target for our dog walk. But you
really can put out a new one quicker than you can tell me that one isn’t there.
From the missing geocache we then followed a four-mile
circuit round the woods. I saw a slow worm. Morgan rolled in something foul.
Bailey ate several disgusting objects that I couldn’t get off of her including
a dead mouse and a dead frog.
We came home to find that the double-glazing people had
been. They came two months ago and put new
windows in. I wasn’t impressed with the finish, and they came this morning to
put it right. If you don’t look too closely it doesn’t look *that* bad.
If any of my loyal readers are thinking about replacing
their windows I can tell you one firm to avoid.
I made us both a cuppa then spent a bit of time in the
garden. I mowed the lawn, went round with the garden vacuum cleaner, cleaned
both ponds’ filters, and re-potted some of the little potted plants. I then
found myself looking at the rockery and walked away. Shifting rocks would
definitely do for a bad back.
I then spent a little while looking at house building and
contents insurance. Bearing in mind the debacle that Sainsburys made of our
electrical issue over Christmas (and cost us the thick end of two hundred
quid) I had a little look about on Go Compare and got some cheaper quotes.
And some more expensive quotes. Putting in the same information gave a range of
quotes from under three hundred quid to over a thousand. It certainly pays to
shop about.
I went down the road to the dentist. On the third attempt
they kept the appointment with the hygienist. Having paid for it I thought I’d
have my money’s worth before I go somewhere else.
“er indoors TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” have gone to the Leas Cliff Hall for the evening
for some Bob Marley tribute band thingy. I sat on the sofa with the dogs and
scoffed pizza whilst watching a film on Netflix. “No Hard Feelings”
was crap. I turned it off after half an hour, and watched more “Beef” in
which everyone now hates everyone else with a passion.
And now my Facebook feed is filling up with adverts for
house insurance… At least my back isn’t as bad as it was.
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