I woke up shivering at three o’clock this morning: the
dogs had captured most (if not all) of the duvet. I managed to get back
to sleep for a bit.
I got up at seven and made toast. As I scoffed it I
saw that my Facebook feed was awash with the news that having been elected on
the promise of cutting taxes, our new Reform UK county council are actually
putting the council tax up
by four per cent. Mind you when I say “our new
Reform UK county council” it’s actually “our old Tory county council”.
It really is the same old piss in a different shaped bottle.
I saw a friend’s cat had died. Having lost his wife
and his son, now his pet has gone. Some people really don’t have any luck.
My father in law had re-posted something on Facebook.
Someone or other had posted to LinkedIn (yes – I know!)
complaining that it costs a small business over a hundred thousand pounds to
employ three full-time people (on minimum wage). Have I missed the point
here… shouldn’t any employee (as an absolute minimum) make enough money
for their company to cover their own wages?
I Munzed, Wordled from “radio” through “pouts”,
“clock” and “blown” to “bloom”, and strained my brain at
Steve’s “Guess the Lyrics” competition on the radio. “People stare
and cross the road from me and jungle drums they all clear the way for me”.
I had no idea either. It was “Is there something I should know” by Duran
Duran.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club… we had a good
time… mostly. But things were a tad fractious. Some weeks every dog gets on
famously with every other dog. Some
weeks there are quarrels and arguments. And when there are Morgan always feels
the need to get involved. We had some spats today. All finished as quickly as
they started, and Morgan immediately came away when called. But I’d rather we
didn’t have the spats.
It was only a shame that Bailey was being hard work.
She either stands still and doesn’t move, gets cold, starts shivering and needs
to be bundled into my fleece. Or she runs off on her own little missions to
find holes in the fence. Today she just stood and shivered until I bundled her
into my fleece.
The nice lady from Doggy Dentals came along too
because it is pet
dental health month. She was offering a free once-over
for anyone who wanted their dog’s gob checked out. Bailey and Treacle have got
an appointment with her in a week’s time, but we’ve not taken Morgan to her so
far. She had a look at his mouth and said he was fine. That was a result.
As we drove off so a little queue for check-ups was
forming.
We thought we might take the dogs for a walk; after
all Bailey had hardly moved (under her own steam). As we drove Steve was doing the Mystery Year
on the radio. Alvin Stardust and his co
ca choo, Jon Pertwee leaving the Tardis… 1974. Today the
radio signal started breaking up at the top of Charing Hill… so strange that
the radio signal is good for twenty miles going west, but struggles to make
five miles going north.
Bearing in mind that Kings Wood is usually heaving
with the normal people at the weekends we drove up to Longbeech North where
there was only one other car in the car park. We walked for two and a half
miles and only saw one other person, and they were in the distance. And (as
an added bonus) the woods were nowhere near as muddy as Kings Wood can be.
We came home where I put muddy dog coats and human
trousers into the washing machine, and we had a cuppa and a cake. I sorted the
Dog Club money; this fortnight no one had emptied all their loose change into
the pot. There was a tenner, and some pound and fifty pence coins. I
transferred the total (plus nine quid for our subs) from my current
account into the Repton account, and pocketed the cash. I use it in the
self-service machines in Sainsbury’s… The old bat in Sainsburys seems to have
the hump when I fill the machine with coppers and five pences; it will be a
shame that I can’t wind her up for a couple of weeks.
I hung out the washing, then spent a little while
putting a Lego set together. I quite like the Lego botanicals: the mini-orchid
is rather good.
I then rested my eyes for a bit… and woke up an hour
and a half later.
Chris, Sarah and Steve came round, and we had a rather
good evening on the Infinity Table. I came second to last in “Game of Life”,
last in “Sorry”, offered sage advice in “Trouble” and came last
in “Ticket to Ride”, but it is always good to catch up with friends. It
was a shame that Morgan had to disgrace himself by helping himself to the
chicken pieces, but that’s the sort of dog he is.
We’ve got another games night in the diary already…
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