I was up an hour or so earlier than I might have been
today. I went into the garden; last night Bailey caught a mouse. I cornered her
and she dropped it. I put it up by the pond in the naïve hope that it was in
shock rather than dead, and this morning it was gone. I suspect the local cats
have had it.
I made toast and watched an episode of “Orange is the
New Black”. There are those who having watched a TV show won’t watch it
again because they know what is going to happen. I find that in the better-made
TV shows there’s a lot of stuff you miss on the first time round and this is
certainly true in this show.
I sparked up my lap-top. People were again ranting about
the latest antics of President Trump. I’ve formed the impression that where the
world is going wrong with Mr Trump is that we are all holding him to the same
standard of other politicians. But he isn’t a politician. He is a second-rate
celebrity. He doesn’t know politics; he doesn’t actually know very much at all.
He tries to boost his ego by appealing to and amusing the more simple-minded
who will vote for him. In many ways he reminds me of the thicker cub scouts
with whom I dealt when I was a scout leader.
Boris Johnson was much the same, as is
Nigel Farage. It’s not about policies. It’s about personalities. This is
perhaps the biggest failing of democracy; people who aren’t capable of making a
sensible decision vote for those who amuse and entertain them. I can remember
back when Boris Johnson had been caught out in some of his bigger lies, and
several family members were laughing about it and cheering for “good old
Boris” in much the same way that they would for a TV star or sporting
personality.
I sent out birthday wishes to two friends, then had a look
at my emails. The geocache we replaced on Thursday had been found and all was
well with it.
A diary entry from last month had attracted a comment. On 15 February I had a
rather good day. Someone claiming to be called Angelika commented with a little
advert for some crackpot who can solve all relationship issues, such as breakup,
divorce, pregnancy by casting magic spells. I deleted her nonsense.
And I had an email from Lendwithcare. Edgar has got all the
money he needs for his goat farm. Here’s
hoping he makes a go of it.
I added “hairy bollox” and “wazzo pair of jugs”
to “er indoors TM”’s shopping list simply by telling the
Alexa to do so, and woke “er indoors TM” and the
dogs. I munzed, got Wordle on the second attempt, cleared a bumper crop of dog
turds from the garden and got ready for the off.
Being Saturday we went round to Repton and Dog Club. As we
drove Steve was doing the “guess the lyrics” competition on the radio. “It's
a crazy situation you always keep me waiting” No? it was Kylie Minogue’s “I
should be so lucky”,,, in more ways than one as I texted to Steve.
We got to the Dog Club field and opened up. The field had
dried out considerably since last week, and we had a good time. Mostly. Some of
the bigger dogs do get a bit boisterous sometimes, but it was the second
smallest (Bailey) who disgraced herself today.
On the way home I was one year out with the mystery year –
when was Spaghetti junction opened?
“er indoors TM” set off to craft
club. I took the dogs home, and after I’d done myself a cuppa and counted the
Dog Club takings I cracked on with the ironing whilst watching more “Orange
is the New Black”. After two episodes I’d got it all done.
I had a little pootle in the garden until “er
indoors TM” came home with “Darcie WaaWaa TM” who
was up for a little sleepover. Apparently she’s told her mother that she is
going to stay at Morgan and Bailey’s house. I’m under no illusions as to who
she has come to see,
We played dog-snogging and watched oko lele; a rather surreal Malaysian
cartoon about a boy scout and two cavemen who get into all sorts of strange
adventures. So far they’ve met pirates, a genie, a green cyclops, Monkey (from
the seventies TV show) and a rather foxy cave-woman in a leopard-skin
bikini who drives round on a silver motorbike and brandishes a bazooka.
Littlun has fallen asleep at the moment, and I’m still watching
oko lele. Morgan is watching over littun.
There’s talk of a bubble bath later… I’ve wished her
grandmother good luck with that.
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