I woke at three o’clock last night when Morgan was
having a nightmare and was kicking me. I then dozed on and off, finally getting
up shortly after six o’clock.
I stood on the scales. I did that last night just
before going to bed. Despite having had a tiddle (and consequently shifting
some weight that way) I’d put on three pounds overnight. How was that
possible?
I made toast and watched more of the Netflix
documentary on dinosaurs. It was interesting, but again a *lot* of what
can only be speculation as passed off as fact.
I then had a little look at the internet. For once
there wasn’t much kicking off. On one of the local groups people were talking
about the tattoo shop up the road which was once an ironmongers. I made the
observation “That ironmongers was once the office of UKIP (or whatever
the party was called then)” partly because it was, and partly to see what
squabbles would be made from an innocent and factually correct statement. No
one rose to the bait.
Two of the people on my Facebook friends list had birthdays
today. One was an old friend from my days in the Boys Brigade who I’ve seen
once in the last forty years, and the other died five years ago.
A local (ish) pub - the Blacksmith’s Arms – is
closing. Being near where I used to work, a group of us used to go there on a
Friday evening after work. Looking back that was thirty years ago.
And I was presented with several posts exhorting the
dangers of ChatGPT… apparently my recent use of AI to generate caricatures will
not only make money for some non-specified mysterious cabal, but also allow the
machines to take over the world.
I Munzed and Wordled and listened to Steve on the
radio. The “Guess the Lyrics” competition had me stumped. “Back in 68
in a sweaty club before Jimmys machine and a rock steady rub”. No – It was
“Geno” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners. Some twelve years ago I
found a geocache which was hidden where the video
to one of their other songs had been filmed.
We got the dogs (and ourselves) organised and
set off to Repton and the busiest Dog Club of the year (so far). I *think*
I counted nineteen dogs and then four more came into the field. But despite so
many dogs we had a good time. There was no squabbling or fighting or humping.
As we drove down the motorway so Steve was doing the
Mystery Year competition on the radio, When was construction completed in the
Channel Tunnel? 1993.
We drove to Newington where there was a series of
geocaches along the bottom of the Downs. They would give us a good little walk,
and finding each one would qualify us for the latest series of geocaching
Treasures. The track was surprisingly mud-free. We didn’t find one of the
geocaches, but we had a good walk. I had no idea that track was there – we
walked for a mile at the end of which we had a rather good view of the White
Horse that is carved into the hills above Folkestone.
And then we walked back to the car. A two mile walk,
and home by one o’clock…
We came home for cheese on toast. I’d taken some photos at Dog Club and on our
walk so I showed them to the world, and then I had a look in the garden.
I strimmed the lawn edges and mowed the lawn. I pulled weeds out of the shingle round the
pond and bionically burned other weeds. I de-bunged the aerator pump in the
pond, and pulled loads of stringy algae out of the small pond, then gave the
small pond another dose of the algae treatment.
I had a look at the area under that back window where
Bailey seems to spend a lot of time hunting. I couldn’t see any rats or mice,
or any evidence of them. But I couldn’t move the boxes out of the way as they
looked as though they are about to collapse. I shall have to have a measure-up
and build a replacement. Bearing in mind I made the old boxes out of scrap wood
over ten years ago, they’ve not done badly.
I gave myself a haircut then had a little sit-down…
and woke up half an hour later when “er indoors TM” asked
me to help fetch the shopping in.
We got the Infinity Table out, and I spent the evening
having my arse handed to me on a plate as we played several different versions
of “Ticket To Ride”. France, Switzerland, Germany, UK, Asia… I lost the lot.
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