With no alarm set and the dogs sleeping, I slept for
over nine hours last night. I got up, made toast and had my usual look at the
Internet. It was much the same as ever. People were quarrelling about politics
with everyone pushing their brand and rubbishing everyone else’s; everyone
seemingly favouring the most entertaining regardless of any policies. And
people were quarrelling about religion seemingly favouring the one they’ve
always followed even though they didn’t really know anything about that
religion. I look at the Internet every morning to see what my friends have been
up to, not to see the same old bitter diatribes which have been posted time and
again by people I have never met and will never meet.
I sent out birthday wishes to my pal who was having a
birthday today. I’ve not seen him in years, but that’s what social media is
for; being sociable.
I Munzed, and got ready for the morning. Last Sunday we went to the park where we were
a week early for the The Big Ashford Dog
Walk. We joined in with it today. It was… I won’t say it
was rubbish. It was the first one, and so wasn’t going to be perfect. But you’d
think that the organisers (the RSPCA) would have had experience in
organising public events, wouldn’t you. We arrived, bought what they were
selling, and milled around with the throng that had assembled. After a while I
realised that instructions were being given out; the chap giving the
instructions was looking at the floor and mumbling. I could just about make out
what he was saying from five yards away. People further away didn’t know that
instructions were being given out and just carried on chatting. The walk leader
then (very quietly) announced that she would lead the walk, and set off.
Because we and a couple of others had heard her we followed, and everyone else
tagged along. She walked the shortest walk round the park that it is possible
to do, and fifty yards from the end her phone rang. Someone or other told her
she should have walked by the river. There was an embarrassing two minutes
whilst we worked out where the river was, and then we all set off to the river.
It turns out there was a group photo afterwards… I
only found that out by seeing the photo on the Internet later.
Don’t get me wrong – it was a good event. There were
probably about thirty to forty dogs along. But what it needed was organisation.
The organisers needed to be visible. In hi-vis jackets or wearing RSPCA
hoodies. And they needed to be loud; letting the public know what was going on.
You don’t say goodbye to everyone and then decide to have a group photo when
three quarters of the participants have already gone home.
There’s going to be another one over the summer
apparently.
We came home for a cuppa. It would have been good to
have done something today, but it had been cold at the park. So I settled on
the sofa and spent a couple of hours marking work that trainees had done for
their specialist portfolios. It’s something I can
do, and something that needed doing.
I Wordled (quark – stupid word!), read Harry
Potter on my Kindle, and fell asleep for much of the afternoon.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
chicken and ham pie which we scoffed whilst watching more “Junior Bake Off”.
Doing so was something of a result bearing in mind the last time I’d tried the
telly (yesterday morning) it wasn’t working. I wonder what that was all
about.
“er indoors TM” set off to fetch “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” who is having a little sleepover. I’ve put
the heating onto continuous as it’s a bit nippy at the moment and I’m (quite
frankly) sick of being cold.
Oh - Erich von Däniken died yesterday. He made his money by
saying (amongst other things) that aliens built the pyramids. Did they?
Probably not, but who knows. I just wish I could come up with something like
that – utterly unprovable either way, but controversial enough to milk loads of
money out of the gullible public.
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