We had a rather late night last night. We’ve taken to
watching “Tipping Point”; a game
show in which particularly thick contestants play on a huge “penny falls” machine.
It was gone one o’clock before I got into my pit last
night, but I didn’t sleep that well.
I gave up trying to sleep, made toast and had a look at the
Internet. People were complaining about the price of a ticket to see Sparks
performing in London next year. At less than a hundred quid each I felt that
was rather cheap, but what do I know. Someone was whinging that this was double
the price of tickets for when they were in Bexhill a couple of years ago. I was
reminded of the ELO tribute band we saw several years ago whose ticket prices
varied massively according to where they were playing.
And someone else on another site was asking where he could
get top quality Infinity tables at rock bottom prices as he was fed up with
hearing about how cheap others had got one and handing over his money only to
get scammed. Generally if something seems to be too cheap to be true, it is.
I had someone post a comment on this blog. Someone claiming
to be called “Satta King” said that last Monday’s entry was “nice
post”, and then tried to post half a dozen links to gambling sites. Nice
try Satta…
I had an email from the nice people at MoVember. Having
raised over three hundred quid for them, they’ve sent me a pair of socks.
That’s kind of them.
I Munzed (making a balls-up of magnetizing the tree
house) and Wordled from “cause” through “harsh”, “sassy”
to get “waist” on the fourth attempt. As I strained my brain at Wordle
so Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess The Lyrics” competition. “Better
stop dreaming of the quiet life cause it’s the one we’ll never know”? No –
it was from some time ago - The Jam – “A Town Called Malice”.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club. It was ten degrees
warmer this morning compared to what it had been yesterday. Perhaps an icy
morning might have been better; it would have frozen the mud, but it didn’t
rain today which was a result. I suspect the forecast rain put a lot of people
off, which was a shame. But nine dogs had a whale of a time. There was a minor
disaster when we realized that Bailey was missing. The little horror had
sneaked under a gap in the fence, but soon came back when I brandished the
treat bag.
We drove home to Steve doing the Mystery Year competition
on the radio. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix came out in this year.
I thought 2002 – I was a year too early.
Once home the dogs had a bath. They’d got filthy at Dog
Club. We had a cuppa and a chocolate éclair. I posted up today’s installment of
the Advent story, did some
chess puzzles, then went for a little drive.
After a couple of diversions for geo reasons (and an
origami bear) we were soon at the family Christmas party. A few drinks, a
rather good spread, bingo and a raffle. The dogs were a hit and were taken
here, there and thither by their distant relatives.
It all got rather vague…
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