I saw every hour of the night, which was something of a
shame, if something of back to normal. I set a load of washing going and peered
into the Internet. Someone was grumbling on one of the pond-related Facebook
pages; his pond was over-run with water lilies. Looking at the photos you’d pay
(literally) thousands of pounds for that amount of lilies from a garden
centre. It had never occurred to this chap that someone else might want the
lilies that he felt were a nuisance.
The local branch of the Labour party were posing personal
insults at Nigel Farage. I can't say I'm a fan of the chap, but following their
recent success in local elections they now have to prove themselves. Much like
the Labour party have got to do. It's been my experience that "vote for
me - I'm not as bad as the others" is a very weak position to take. As
a life-long right wing leftie I find myself getting more and more disillusioned
with the Labour party.
I munzed, got Wordle on the third attempt (preen)
and then with the dogs getting up I got ready for the day.
As I drove the dogs to the woods so the pundits on the
radio were interviewing the Prime Minister. The chap was saying that Britain
should be preparing for war, but was being rather vague about why.
We got to the woods and had a rather good walk. We did our
usual circuit, and once we were away from the car park we only saw one other
person. A jogger. The dogs joined in running with him which rather perplexed
the chap. You’d think he’s have welcomed the company?
As we walked I tried out my birdsong app as I do. It
detected a duck (again) but didn’t detect the buzzards chirping. I’ve a
theory that the smaller the bird, the more noise it makes.
Once home I made us a cuppa, then painted the fence until “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” was ready. I drove her home to Folkestone…
then back to Ashford to get her keys and then back to Folkestone again.
I then spent a little while in the garden. I ran out the
hose and topped up both ponds, and got four more fence panes painted. I decided
against going for a fifth panel; you can get too much of a good thing.
“er indoors TM” went bowling. I
settled in front of the telly under a pile of dogs and watched a few episodes
of “Orange is the New Black”.
I really ache – I’ve walked the dogs, driven to Folkestone and
back (twice) and painted some fence. I shouldn’t ache this much…
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