With “er indoors TM” off
to the office today I thought we might help her get ready by getting out of her
way. So we had an early Dog Breakfast then I took the pups out.
I did chuckle as we drove to the woods. The pundits on
the radio were talking about the UK’s
latest growth figures. Apparently the
economy isn’t doing as well as some might like, and they wheeled on some
independent member of the House of Lords who has a track record of being
critical of the government’s financial record. But bringing this chap blew up
in their faces. The bloke started off by saying that the news was nowhere near
as bleak as it was being made out to be. And he said that the truth of the
matter was that now that the Prime Minister’s position is no longer in
question, the BBC were just looking for some other shit to stir. He listed all
sorts of things that the government had done, and pointed out that they’ve met more of their manifesto promises
than most governments have done. The pundits on the radio got rather twitchy
and asked if this independent lord was actually as independent as he could be.
The chap replied by pointing out that “independent” didn’t mean that he
had to bend over backwards to find fault all the time.
He’s probably got a point.
We got to the woods and went for a rather good walk.
As we went we didn’t see anyone else until we were almost back at the car park;
that’s the way we like it. When we got to the car my MapMyWalk app said we’d
covered four and a half miles; my watch said five and a quarter. Which (if
either) do I believe?
We came home for a warming shower and belly wash. I
voomed round the garden harvesting dog dung, put the dishwasher on, and as the
dogs snored I had a cuppa. I then had my usual peer into the Internet. There
was still more squabbling on the Facebook page about the Asda underpass. It’s
quite clear that the locals would rather argue about it than have an underpass
that doesn’t constantly flood.
I Munzed, Wordled from “about” to “surge”
then popped over the road to the corner shop to get lunch. As I walked out of
the front door I saw something odd… a stethoscope laying on the path of nice-next-door.
I brought it it; it was wet so must have been there in the rain overnight. I
sent her a message.
As I scoffed lunch (and then did the ironing) I
watched a film I’d recorded from the telly. “Sense and Sensibility” was a load of
tripe. It started off with a bunch of
women getting chucked out of a mansion the size of Buckingham Palace and we
were supposed to feel sorry for them when they felt hard done by because they
ended up in a twenty-plus bedroomed country estate which was clearly supposed
to be a bad thing.
I managed to top up the bird feeder before the heavy
rain started. I had planned to get the ultra-violet tubes out of the pond
filters this afternoon, but that wasn’t going to happen. Instead I spent an
hour or so creating a new geocaching Adventure Lab. Late last year it was
suggested that we (the Kent hunters of Tupperware) club together to
create a series of ad-labs in the shape of the Kent horse logo. The thing is
slowly taking shape.
“er indoors TM” came
home and boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching
this week’s episodes of “The Traitors: Ireland” which was little more
than one big argument… but it has to be said that the one whose birthday it was
might as well have run round in the nip for all that her clothing kept hidden.
Oh – and I’ve been playing with the ChatGPT picture
generator again. The picture looks very good… until you actually pay attention.
There’s a great big hole in my left thigh, and I’m carrying four dog leads, but
only two of them attach to dogs. And the one dog which isn’t on a lead is the
one that (from sad experience) always needs to be the first to get put
on a lead.
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