I went to the loo at four o’clock this morning when I
noticed that next door’s lights were all on. She does get up early.
I went back to bed where I slept through till half
past eight, despite various snorings and squeakings.
I made toast and had my usual peer into the Internet…
I had messages about the Dog Club. Having finally
found someone to act as a contact in the late group, there’s indignation about
how dare I suggest that the poo bag had been left (even though it was),
and complaints that the lock doesn’t close properly (even though I found it
closed yesterday), and how I might like to arrange for a new lock… I took a
deep breath. I never asked to take on running Dog Club…
I saw quite a few people had been walking round Kings
Wood yesterday looking at the bluebells and for the geocaches I’d hidden. One
or two people (who have found thousands and hidden none) commented on
how some of the paper logs were wet. I took another deep breath. Would it cause
these people physical pain to spend a fiver and buy a ream of paper? They could
cut up the sheets and take some every time they went out geocaching and replace
the wet paper in less time than it takes them to complain about it.
One thing which winds me up so much is when there is
anything which might not be perfect about which pretty much everyone
indignantly announces that ”they should do something about it” but are
completely oblivious to the sad fact that there is no “they” who go
round doing things. So often the problems in life are because of the old maxim
“if you want a job done, do it yourself” and so few people are prepared
to do anything themselves.
I Munzed and then Wordled from “leaks” through
“shart” (which it accepted!) “Spain”, then back to “scant”
as I’d forgotten the “T” was in there, and got it on the fifth go with “stand”.
And then it was into the garden. I had a look at the
leak in the little pond and couldn’t really see why the thing had emptied
yesterday. I mowed the lawn, cleaned the filter of the other pond, potted two
small trees, cleaned out the drains and (almost) stopped Morgan peeing
up everything I was using.
I've got a pedestal I need to do something with...
I'll do that later. Three hours effort and the garden looks the same as when I
started.
Have I ever mentioned that I am not a fan of
gardening...
There were reports of issues with “er
indoors TM”’s geocaches in Rolvenden, but someone else
messaged her asking if she minded if they sorted the issues for her as they
walked round today. Yes please !!!
And with our faith in humanity restored (and no need to
go to Rolvenden) we declared Emergency Plan B. I popped over the road to
the corner shop and got a few bottles of beer which had rather interesting
labels.
We spent a rather good afternoon in the garden
drinking beers and ciders whilst reading stuff on the Kindle app. There was a
dodgy episode when Treacle sprang up for a cuddle and destroyed everything, but
we soon cleared the wreckage.
Over a rather good bit of dinner we watched the latest
episode of “Taskmaster”.
I’ve not left the house today…
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