I would have had a better night’s sleep had Morgan not
sat on my head in the small hours, but he did. I dozed, listening to the rain
hammering on the window, and got up just before half past eight.
I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet. It
would seem that there’s now a charge to use the car park at Battle Great Woods.
Bearing in mind that Forestry England run those woods and also run Kings Wood (insofar
as anyone “runs” a wood) does this mean I shall be shelling out to park in
future? Certainly holidays in the New Forest are going to be a tad more
expensive with parking fees being applicable to every car park in the New Forest
from April.
If there is to be a parking charge it might be cheaper
to join
Forestry England. If what is happening in the New
Forest is anything to go by, at three quid for two hours parking I’ll be
shelling out between six and eight quid a week for parking. But for only (about)
one pound fifty a week I can become a member and as such get free parking.
I Munzed, got Wordle on the fifth attempt and looked
out of the window. The weather forecast had been right; heavy rain. And with it
forecast for all day, a decent dog walk (or any dog walk at all) wasn’t
happening.
I got dressed and spent the entire morning marking
trainees’ portfolio work.
“er indoors TM” had
an appointment; I put the washing machine on and then read my Kindle for a bit
until she returned. She then took the dogs round the block as the rain had
subsided a little, and not one of the three had done any “business” at
all since getting up. Baking it for that long couldn’t be healthy. I didn’t
fancy braving the rain so I stayed behind.
When they all returned I got the ironing board out and
spent the afternoon using it whilst watching episodes of “Four In A Bed”.
Today’s contestants were a rather confrontational simpleton, a young couple
running a dog-friendly place in the Yorkshire Dales, an amiable enough chap
with slightly more teeth than brains and some ballroom dancers from
Bournemouth.
Everyone got on reasonably well, which was a
disappointment, and in the end it was a tie between Toothless and Thickie.
I then had a phone call. “Beaker from Three”
phoned with an offer of “lots of data and the good time” and asked what
I “thought of deal”. I told him I thought it was a scam. He wanted to
know why. I told him that https://who-called.co.uk
had labelled his phone number as dodgy. “Beaker from Three” then got
rather aggressive, recited the address of the Three Network’s head office and
claimed to be phoning from there, and then told me that I was a scammer. You
would think that anyone living and working in Reading would realise that “scammer”
isn’t a name-calling insult, wouldn’t you?
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the first two episodes of “The
Traitors: Ireland” which also featured some really thick contestants who
were oh-so-fast to show off how thick they were.
The producers must rub their hands in glee when these
people apply to go on the telly.
I’ve walked less than two thousand steps today. I’ve not
set foot outside the house. The rain has stopped, but the news is of floods
everywhere. I’ve got to go to work tomorrow…
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