I slept far better than I thought I might; Pogo was
quiet last night and didn’t starfish across the bed. He’s quite a lump and can
take up space.
I smiled as I scoffed toast. The geo-feds have looked
at my plans for the midsummer’s eve event and given it the thumbs-up. Because
of the rules they can’t make the thing live for a week or so; apparently events
can only be published three months or less in advance. Oh well… at least all is
in order.
There was someone on one of the local Facebook groups
asking for recommendations for a decent vet. This question comes up all the
time, and every vet within twenty miles get praise and criticism. When looking
for a vet people seem to forget two important points. Firstly vets are
regularly inspected by the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons and the
government and any which aren’t any good are closed down. And secondly vets
aren’t the NHS which is free. They are businesses which aren’t. Sadly (like
going to the pub) having a pet is fast becoming the province of those who
can afford it.
Meanwhile a lost
episode of Doctor Who has been found.
I Munzed – our Munzee Clan has reached the second of
our monthly goals. I Wordled from “found” through “knave” and “renal”
to “eaten” then had a minor sulk. I’d had the offer to go on a
geocaching outing to London today. Originally I couldn’t get the day off but I
asked on Tuesday and got the day off… but had forgotten about the geo-outing.
By the time I remembered everyone else would have been on the train.
Ho hum…
I took the dogs out. As we drove to the woods Jessie Buckley was on Desert Island
Discs. She sounded to be an interesting person… even though I’d never heard of
her before.
We got to the woods and walked four miles. We saw some
horses, but the dogs came back when called, and other than that the walk was
completely uneventful. But it was a *lot* muddier than it had been
yesterday; the overnight rain had seen to that.
We came home via the petrol station… bearing in mind
all the doom and gloom on the news about petrol prices the stuff has only gone
up by three pence per litre in the last week. Having said that, it will
probably go through the roof now.
We came home for baths. Pogo had been good as gold up
the woods, and whilst he was no trouble at bath time, the bath was definitely crowded
with four dogs in it.
I made us both a cuppa and then spent a little while
playing with ChatGPT again. It made a good cartoon of the dogs in the wood and
of them playing in mud, but when it came to making pictures of them in the bath
it duplicated the Morgan dog. I asked it to remove one of them and it removed
both. It got it right on the third attempt, but with only getting five free
pictures a day there’s very little scope for cock-up.
I spent a few minutes solving geo-puzzles, then had a
little doze on the sofa and woke with a neck ache. I spent the afternoon (as
I so often do) watching episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which (as
so often happens) the most confident contestants ran an utter shambles of a
place and came last.
I then announced that it was time to “FEED THE FISH”.
The dogs always like that. Sadly when I came to top up the fish food I managed
to spill bird seed everywhere, but it didn’t take that long to clear up.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fish and chips which we scoffed whilst watching the latest episode of Danny Dyer’s Caravan Park.
This week he organised the caravan park’s entertainment by wheeling on some showbiz
pals of his. Any doubts I might have had about not wanting a caravan on Sheppey
were firmly killed by watching his eighties night…
I’ve always fancied the idea of a caravan or a camper
van… but it’s not practical and if the TV show is anything to go by I’m fast changing
my mind.
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