I had some of that apricot jam on my toast this
morning. The quicker I get it scoffed, the quicker it will be gone. I peered
into the Internet and rolled my eyes. People who still live only a hundred
yards from where they were born were complaining about how bad Ashford has
become. I did laugh when some woman ranted about how Internet shopping had
killed the town and how she wouldn’t do on-line shopping… only Amazon But
Ashford isn’t “bad”; it’s just different to how it used to be. The town
centre isn’t what it once was, but there’s more to a town than going shopping.
Isn’t there? There’s often events in the town’s parks. Viccie park has been
done up beyond all recognition. There’s the carnival of lights in November that
started recently. There’s all sorts of activities and clubs. People on the
local Facebook groups are taken in by all the complaining about the council
which is coming from people who don’t seem to understand what the local council
actually does.
The town is what you make it. I’m reminded of a chap
with whom I used to work who moved between pretty much all of the major towns
in Kent and was never happy anywhere.
I Munzed, and Wordled from “major” through “beach”
and “acids” to “attic”, and my lap-top told me that the AVG
antivirus has upgraded its assessment of the home network and now says it is “trusted”.
It’s taken long enough to come to that conclusion.
The plan had been for Morgan to wait patiently whilst
Treacle and Bailey had their appointments with Doggy Dentals, but we’d had a
message that the nice Doggy Dentist lady was ill. She thinks she’s got COVID…
That’s not good. I said we can reschedule (which we can).
So instead of going to the woods via the dentist, we
went straight to the woods where we walked just over four miles. We got a bit
muddy… and very much fox poo-ey. What is the attraction of fox poo for dogs?
We came home for a serious scrub in the bath. With
soap (!)
I made us both a cuppa, then had a little pootle in
the garden. I managed to get the ultra-violet bulbs out the two pond filters
without breaking either, and without any swearing which I saw as a major
victory.
I then went to Dobbies to get replacement bulbs as
they need replacing every year. I had a minor brainstorm and drove to Bybrook
Barn instead…
Well, as I was there I went in to the aquatic section.
Oh dear.
The first chap I saw made a point of ignoring me. The
second one wasn’t quite as disinterested, but when I asked if he’d got a
replacement ultra-violet light bulb for the one in my hand he vaguely waved his
hand and said they were “over there” and stared at me when I didn’t go
rushing off “over there”. I told him that they were probably cheaper at
Dobbies, walked out and went round to Maidenhead Aquatics at Dobbies where the
staff were far more helpful. Sadly they only had one bulb, but they are getting
a delivery later in the week… and they made a point of giving me a card with
their phone number so I can ring them before I go and avoid a wasted journey.
I came home, and settled in front of the telly and
watched episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which everyone got on rather well
and no one fell out, which made for rather dull viewing.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up burgers for tea, and with them scoffed she went off to bowling. I sat with
the dogs and as they snored I watched a couple more episodes of “Boots”
as the undercrackers washed. It’s Monday evening; it’s undercrackers washing
time. I am such a creature of habit…
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