I slept well which was a result. I made toast (from
the cheap bread) and looked at the Internet as I do most mornings. It was
the same as ever. I did chuckle when I saw one of the posts on one of the local
Facebook pages. Someone’s boiler was playing up and that person had asked how
to deal with the issue. There were a few dozen replies; all advocating a
different approach. One of them was possibly right. All the rest probably
weren’t, and the person had a far better chance of achieving nothing or blowing
their boiler up rather than solving the issue. Sometimes you have to bite the
bullet and pay an expert. Or have house insurance.
I had a look at my emails. Someone had been round
Kings Wood yesterday. We didn’t see them; they didn’t see three of my
geocaches…
I Munzed, got Wordle (chasm) on the fourth
attempt, and prepared some replacement geocaches to put out on our morning
walk. Not that we had one today. When I got up I’d checked the weather and it
was light drizzle. Half an hour later it was hossing down. The weather forecast
said that at the time there was an eighty-five per cent chance of heavy rain,
and that was the lowest chance of rain for the entire day.
Ho hum…
I measured up our little fish tank and the table it
sits on. It would be good if that tank was a little wider, and came forward a
bit more, but was the same height. And armed with measurement I braved the rain
and walked to where I’d parked the car yesterday (two streets away) and
was quite soaked by the time I got there.
I drove to Pets at Home where they had quite a few
fish tanks, all of which were far too tall. From there I went to Bybrook Barn’s
aquatic shop who also had an extensive range of tall fish tanks. Maidenhead
Aquatics in Dobbies had tall fish tanks as well. But they also had some rather
sweet little blackmoors. One of ours died last week so I got a couple. I got
the last ones nine years ago; they lasted longer than most fish.
I thought I might get us some buns to go with a cuppa,
so I went to Sainsbury’s. I went into the Ashford branch and couldn’t see
anything I liked. I asked a passing assistant if they had any cream cakes. With
a face like a slapped arse she snarled “five!” Presuming that was what
she meant I went to aisle five where there was some cream in amongst the dairy
stuff. I went back to where the miserable assistant was standing glaring at the
passing customers and loudly told here that I knew where to find what I wanted;
it was in Tesco. And went to Tesco where I got some buns. Jam trifle buns.
I came home and put the bag with the little fish into
the tank to equilibrate, and made us a cuppa to go with the jam trifle buns.
With the Tesco Clubcard they worked out at eighty pence each. They were about a
quarter of my daily calorie allowance… and whilst they weren’t at all bad; I
don’t think I’ll be getting them again. There was precious little jam in them,
and no trifle at all.
I marked some more trainees’ work, did a little CPD,
then looked on-line for fish tanks. I want one which is about thirty inches
wide, goes back about twenty inches and is about twelve inches high. No one
seems to make them. I’ve asked for some quotes to have one made.
I then did my usual thing of watching episodes of “Four
In A Bed” in which the proprietors of three decent bed and breakfasts found
themselves being told the errors of their ways by some idiot who felt himself
to be a big businessman. Offering a totally self-service place and charging
about five times the amount that everyone else charged, said idiot was rather
surprised when he came in last.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good curry which we washed down with a very good bottle of plonk which we got
for Christmas. I then finished off the plonk with some Ritz crackers with the dogs
as we watched whilst watching “Junior Bake Off” and then tonight’s episode
of “The Traitors”. And with the bottle of plonk (and Ritz crackers)
exhausted I had a go at the remains of the bottle of gin from Christmas.
And I’ll close tonight with a tale of disappointment.
During the afternoon we had a delivery of dog food. The last one was just
dumped on the doorstep and was stolen. We saw today’s being delivered and that
too was just dumped on the doorstep. We watched it being dumped with no attempt
to knock on the door.
We took what we wanted out of the box, filled it with
the rubbish from the dustbin and put it out to be stolen.
No one took the bait…
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