I slept through till half past four last night which
was something of a result. And once I’d tiddled I went back to kip and slept
through till after eight o’clock which was even better.
I got up and made toast. Whenever I make toast when it
isn’t silly-early the dogs listen for the sound of the toast popping up then
come charging down needing to immediately go outside. It’s not so bad now that
it is getting warmer outside; I can leave the back door open. But over the winter
I have to fart around with them and I get cold toast. “er
indoors TM” says that they don’t do
it deliberately (they are only dogs!) but they really do wait for the
toast to pop up every single time.
I had my usual look at the Internet. The local pages
were all incensed at the county council where all of the opposition councillors walked out
of some debate or other when they weren’t getting their own way. Looking at the
details of the mater, they were probably right to do so… but this is how our (so-called)
democracy works, isn’t it. If there is a majority which agrees, then the
minority’s viewpoint doesn’t get a look in. This obviously raises the questions
of who elected the majority, and was that electorate competent to do so… but no
one is asking those questions.
And there was a post on the Dog Club’s Facebook page
asking if we only meet on Saturdays. Maybe someone could tell me where I’m
going wrong with that Facebook page. When you call it up there is a pinned post
saying where we meet, when we meet and how much it costs. But (apart from me
posting photos of the weekly meets) ninety-nine per cent of the posts on
that page are from people (who have never been to Dog Club and will never go)
asking where we meet, when we meet and how much it costs.
I took the dogs up to the woods. Quite often Morgan
isn’t keen to go; he’s not a “morning dog” but he was up for it today.
We started our walk and my heart sank when we met some of the normal people.
Some old woman (probably about five years younger than me!) was having
near-hysterics because her dog had found a dead squirrel and wouldn’t put it
down. I suggested that she just let her dog carry the squirrel. I told her that
Treacle often picks up dead squirrels and carries them for miles, and when we
get back to the car she drops it. The old woman didn’t actually call me a liar,
but it was quite plain that she didn’t believe that anyone would let their dog
carry a dead squirrel about.
Am I wrong to let Treacle carry one when she finds
one. She clearly enjoys it.
We met a young mother jogging along with her baby in a
push chair. She said she’d not been to the woods before. I explained that if
she stayed on the track she was on it goes in a big circle and after four miles
she’d be back where she’d started from. She seemed keen; I explained the
importance of staying on the track… I hope she didn’t wander off of it.
And at the furthest point of our walk from the car
park we saw the first bluebells of the year.
After four and a bit miles we were back at the car. We
came home where we didn’t really need a bath (result!) I made us a cuppa
and I played with Microsoft Copilot. For nearly twenty years every blog entry
I’ve made had had a picture with it. Photos I’ve taken are easy enough to get,
but it isn’t always so simple if I want something vaguely related to whatever
I’m ranting about. Like today. ChatGPT was good, but will only allow me five
images a day. Microsoft Copilot seems to have less limitation, but… I suppose I
just need to specify what I want of it. This morning as I walked round the
woods I took some photos, and when I got home I
asked Microsoft Copilot to work its magic. You can see the results here. It looks OK, but that
post had one or two issues behind the scenes:
- I needed to start from scratch whenever I wanted it to do a second photo as if I didn’t, it would just do another version of the first.
- It would randomly add toys and butterflies to pictures.
- It would randomly add cartoon people to pictures.
- It would randomly add extra dogs to pictures.
But it got there in the end. Mostly. Like with
ChatGPT’s images, if you look closely you’ll find inaccuracies and errors. But
I’m quite pleased with what I got. Not bad for a first attempt.
I then remembered I hadn’t Munzed or Wordled. Munzing
was easy enough; I opened a gold qrate and got another. And then I Wordled.
Bearing in mind what I’d just been doing I started with “image” and
worked through “paint” and “radio” to “oasis”.
And I remembered that I had trainees’ work to mark as
well. That took a while. I put some shirts in to scrub and whilst that scrubbed
I took Treacle and Bailey to the Doggy Dentist
Doggy dentist went well… or as well as it could.
Treacle’s got a chipped back tooth, and Bailey’s teeth needed serious
attention. It’s quite clear that she’s gone off of the chicken’s feet she gets
offered (and turns down) every night.
I shall have to pin them down every evening and get
busy with the toothbrush. I keep saying that.
We came home and I got on with the ironing. Dull, but
it needed doing. As I ironed I watched drivel on the UK Gold channel… or U and
Gold as it is now called. I wrote up some
CPD, and programmed Hannah (my GPS unit) for
tomorrow.
“er indoors TM” boiled up fish
and chips which we scoffed whilst watching the latest episode of “Danny Dyer’s
Caravan Park”. I’m still in two minds as to whether I want to get a chalet
in Leysdown. And then, starting as we mean to continue, we brushed the dogs’
teeth.
I’ve had four days at work this week and for all that
it was perhaps a bit much (!) today was hardly restful.
And in closing today I’ll just whinge that my shoulder
still hurts. It went crunch when I took my coat out of my locker at work
yesterday, and it’s been really painful ever since.
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