Another restless night; is a night asleep so much to ask?
Littlun whimpered in her sleep at about half past six and all the dogs ran
upstairs with “er indoors TM” to check on her. I
got up and made toast.
The Internet was much the same as ever. There’s an American author I
follow on Facebook who was banning people from her Facebook page
if they so much as hinted that there won’t be any more presidential elections
in America. Another author I follow once said in an interview that social media
can be tricky for authors as you can lose a lot of your audience every time you
express an opinion, and this particular woman I follow isn’t at all slow to
express an opinion.
Another friend was posting twee motivational memes on her
twee motivational Facebook page. Have you ever noticed that those advocating
that when life give you lemons you should make lemonade are those who have
rarely (if ever) neem given a lemon by life. Not that I’m bitter…
I munzed and captured a pouch creature; earning myself five
zeds, then had a look at Wordle. I started with “spice” which only gave
me one letter, and that was in the wrong place. “Treat” gave me two
letters; both in the wrong place. “Fable” brought me a tad closer, and
“navel” closer still. I eventually got there with “hazel”.
I drove round to the tip. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about the increasingly dire global financial situation. It is
quite clear that President Trump really has no conception of the damage his
half-baked ideas have done. I’ve tried to give the chap the benefit of the
doubt, but it has to be asked how someone who demonstrably can’t string words
into a coherent sentence has been allowed to do quite so much damage. Friends
of mine who live in various parts of America tell me there’s widespread
demonstrations against him, but the news agencies are too scared to give them
any air-time.
I got to the tip and joined the queue. I’ve never seen it
so busy; presumably people load their cars with rubbish over the weekend and
drop it off on their way to work?
Having said that, the roads were incredibly quiet at eight
o’clock.
With rubbish unloaded I came home and collected the dogs.
Pogo had his breakfast with the rest of the dogs, but as I took three of them
out, Pogey preferred to go back to bed to watch over “Darcie WaaWaa TM”.
I took my three to Kings Wood. We made rather good time
getting there; where we’d normally be stuck in traffic at half past eight we
just drove straight through the town. We got to the woods and walked one of our
longer walks. Once away from the car park we didn’t see anyone else, but we
heard a particularly noisy pair bellowing their conversation at each other from
about four hundred yards away.
We came home, and after a cuppa and a tad more laundry I
had a stroke of genius. Having forgotten to take the old knackered gnomes to
the tip earlier I thought I might see if I could perk them up with a lick of
paint.
Four hours later I’d given myself yet another backache, but
the gnomes were good for another year. I quite
like painting the gnomes, but the garden was odd today. When I could sit in the
sunshine it was very warm. Out of the sunshine was freezing.
I sat in the sunshine by the pond… and fell asleep. I woke
an hour later with Bailey snuggled up to me. As I’d slept I’d caught the sun.
From years of sitting by water when fishing I know that sitting by water gives
you a double dose of sunshine. Sunshine itself and the reflection. My face was
glowing when I woke, and my back was incredibly achy.
I’ve not done *that* much today – a few bits to the
tip, once round the woods, and painted some gnomes. And my back has had it. I’m
getting fed up with my back…
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