I woke shortly before five o’clock this morning which was
rather better than the previous night. I then lay there listening to the rain
against the window. The forecast had been for overnight rain, but the sound of
it is always rather depressing. I suspect this comes from listening to it (many
times) from inside a tent.
I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet. Here’s
a sign of the times… Back in the day record charts would tell you which bands
were popular. An album or single would climb the charts, peak and then vanish
into obscurity over a couple of months. These days things are far more immediate
what with digital downloads. Last week Sparks’ new album entered
many of the various album charts in position one or two. A week later the same
album isn’t even in the top one hundred of any of them.
I had an offer – I could download a copy of the Beano’s
summer special. Something for nothing can’t be bad… over fifty years ago I was
an avid reader of the Beano; this year’s summer special was something of a
disappointment.
And Catherine Tate was complaining about the price of theatre
tickets. With local theatres struggling to get the punters in
she’s said that the average person isn’t going to spend fifty quid on a ticket.
Make it cheaper and the people will come. She’s got a point…
I munzed, and got Wordle on the fifth attempt. Reuse – what
a stupid word. Is it even a word? Shouldn’t it be re-use with a hyphen?
I set the dishwasher going, then seeing that the rain was
easing up we got ready for Dog Club. To be honest we’d get ready for Dog Club
regardless of the weather. Being the key holder we had to at least show up and
open up… “We” being me and the dogs; “er indoors TM” and
the Craft Club gang were off to some big crafting convention today.
I must admit that my hopes for Dog Club weren’t high
today. The weather forecast for the day was awful, but we still had a dozen
dogs along. Things started badly for Morgan – with “er indoors TM” not
being along he spent the first ten minutes crying for her, but he soon joined
in the games with his friends. Playing and chasing, playing fetch, sharing
treats… we all had fun.
And as we drove home I got the radio’s mystery year
competition from the song “Sugar Baby Love” – a rather obscure song
brought back so many memories of 1974.
Once home I emptied the dishwasher and put a load of
laundry in to scrub. The forecast rain still hadn’t arrived but I decided
against going into the garden. The overnight rain had left everything soaking
wet. Instead I made myself a cuppa, and as the dogs sat on the back of the sofa
and grumbled at every passer-by I counted the Dog Club takings. People can
either pay their subs by cash or by texting the Repton centre. The cash goes in
to a pot which I keep hold of. I quite like the idea of a money pot as every
two weeks I count up the money, add on a tenner for our dogs and transfer that
amount to the Repton people. I then pocket the cash, and it saves me the time
it would take going to a cashpoint machine. It would only be a few seconds, but
it saves some time.
I wrote up some CPD, ironed shirts, and fell asleep on the
sofa. I woke after a few hours then had a minor pootle in the garden until “er
indoors TM” came home.
“er indoors TM boiled up pizza then
went off to Folkestone; some comedian or other was playing at the Leas Cliff Hall.
I settled in front of the telly underneath dogs and watched episodes of “Orange
is the New Black” and watched the rain which had finally started.
The weather forecast for today had been for heavy rain all
day long and there had been formal warnings from the Met Office for
thunderstorms. The overnight rain stopped at about half past seven this
morning, and the day stayed dry until six o’clock this evening.
Maybe I might start a petition asking the
government to either ban weather forecasting or have weather forecasts carry a
little announcement about just how successful they have been over the last
month?
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