I was feeling rather iffy when I went to bed last
night. I felt a little better this morning. I made toast and had my usual look
at the Internet. Again my Facebook feed featured flat Earth conspiracy
theories. Surely this must be a joke? Do people * really* think the
Earth is flat?
There wasn’t a lot else going on this morning so as “er
indoors TM” went off to the office for the day
I Munzed, did Dog Breakfast, and we got ready for our walk.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking
about how schools should deal with how the children use their phones. The
Education Secretary is all for an
all-out ban. Would that work? I somehow doubt it. I can’t help
but think that phones are part of our daily life, and somehow the school
curriculum (*not* “cricklum” as everyone who has ever been interviewed on
the radio wants to call it) should somehow reflect this.
And there was talk of Andy Burham the mayor of
Manchester whose chips have been pissed on. He’s not going to be allowed to become an MP again. Becoming an MP would
just be a stepping-stone to becoming leader of the Labour party… I can’t help
but wonder what the people of Manchester must think about him as he’s made it
clear his heart isn’t in his current job, hasn’t he? So many people are like
that though. Every job is just a stepping-stone to the next job.
We got to the woods where I used my phone. To
photograph the dogs. To see what birds were singing (not many). To
navigate to the missing geocache that we replaced. To make a map of our walk.
As I said earlier, phones are part of our daily life.
As I walked I met a couple of noisy women who were
bellowing their conversation at each other. We all arrived at a crossroads and
they seemed terrified that I was going to go down the path from which they’d
just come. I had to go that way as that was the way to the geocache that needed
replacing, Ideally I would have gone any way but that one; they had clearly
scared off any wildlife that might have been in the area.
And a mile later I heard the panicked screaming of
some woman who had lost her dog in the wood. She’s often in the woods, often
screaming for her dog that never has any intention of coming back to her.
About a mile into the walk Treacle found a dead
squirrel which she carried for the rest of the outing. She looked so pleased
with herself.
We came home for baths. I had plans for the afternoon,
but first warmed up some of last week’s leftover plov for lunch and put on an
episode of “Harlots”
on Netflix. I can only describe it as a saucy version of the third
Blackadder series, and I found myself captivated by it until “er
indoors TM” came home.
We had pizza, then with “er indoors TM” off
bowling I watched more “Harlots”.
And in closing, today would have been my dad’s
ninetieth birthday. I can hardly pretend to have been the devoted son, but
I miss him.
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