I slept like a log. I was asleep for nearly ten hours
last night, finally getting out of my pit at half past nine with a headache. “er
indoors TM” said she hardly slept
last night. Because it was so cold I’d left the heating on… I think that was my
mistake.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. A new
series of geocaches had gone live near Hever Castle which was something of a
result. That will be an adventure for another day. A friend was posting photos
of the cricket match he was watching… in Melbourne
With time pushing we got ourselves organised and
hurried round to Viccie Park to join in with The Big Ashford Dog Walk… only to find nothing
happening. I asked a couple of passers-by if they’d seen any convocations of
dog walkers. No one had, and that was for a very good reason. The Big Ashford
Dog Walk is next Sunday. Oh well…
We made the most of the mistake. We were at the park
anyway so we had a little walk around. Treacle was allowed off of the lead, but
not the little two. We’ve had issues up there before and I wasn’t taking any
chances. As we walked there were enough other dogs snarling at us; having them
off the lead would just be adding to the aggro. We walked past frozen ponds
with idiot children jumping on the ice. The water is only about a foot deep so
it would be unlikely for them to get stuck under the ice, but it would have
been funny to have watched them crash through. They didn’t though.
We walked home via the co-op field. That used to be a
favourite haunt of mine; I would often take Fudge for long walks and wherever
we went we would come home through the co-op field. Treacle clearly wanted to
play with Morgan and Bailey as we came through so I let them off the lead. Both
flew off to the edge of the field and were clearly trying to get into the
nearby gardens. I wish I knew what goes through their heads… they are as good
as gold in Kings Wood and at Longbeech Woods. But they can be hit and miss in
Orlestone, and were a total nightmare in the co-op field.
We came home where I voomed round the garden gathering
turds, One advantage of the current cold snap is that it is much easier to
harvest frozen turds than ones “as god intended”.
We had a cuppa; I munzed and Wordled as the dogs
quarrelled over dog toys. Treacle absolutely *must* have every single
toy, and she gets quite nasty when the smaller two want one.
“er indoors TM” wanted
to go to the craft shop. I didn’t; I’d get bored, so I stayed at home. I’d had
an email. The nice people at McCann’s brewery have given the thumbs-up for a
meet there in February, so I prepared the web page in readiness, then Munzed,
Wordled, and generally slobbed about for an hour or so until I got a message.
That box of dog food we had stolen yesterday had turned up. Not the dog food;
just the box (with a few dentastixs in it). A friend who lives over the
road found the box at the end of the drive to the rear access to the houses
over the road. He was adamant it wasn’t there when he went out earlier, so
whoever it was who had stolen the box yesterday had come back and dumped it
there this morning. Presumably they didn’t want the possibility of having to
explain why they had a box with our address on it, so they dumped it back near
where they’d stolen it from?
“er indoors TM” came
home and we took most of the Christmas decorations down. Part of me was sad;
part wasn’t. I read more “Harry Potter”
on my Kindle, and we had a very good plate of stir fry for dinner. We washed it
down with a very good bottle of plonk whilst watching yesterday’s episode of “The
Traitors”. The outcome was a foregone conclusion as one of the contestants
oh-so-obviously pissed on his chips. Silly fellow.
I’ve got to sort a dentist appointment tomorrow – half
a tooth has just come out on a Quality Street toffee penny…
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