I slept reasonably well… for the last year or so I
seem to have been plagued with very vivid dreams of finding myself at Open
University summer schools with no reason to be there… I wonder what that’s all
about?
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet.
Yesterday I mentioned that a local councillor was using Facebook to launch
personal attacks on another. I made the comment “It is such a shame that
local government has sunk to the level of personal attacks on social media” and
amazingly no one wanted to quibble with me, and several people had agreed.
Another local councilor commented that she agreed with me, and went on to say
what a thankless task local government can be. No matter what you do, there will
be people (who’ve never actually got off their arses themselves) waiting
to find fault.
It was the same back in the day with the county-wide Star
Trek club, the snake club and the astro club. Everyone would say “why don’t
you…” and never “why don’t we…”. Everything that was done was wrong,
but there were never any ideas or suggestions for what might actually be done.
Maybe if the people who run local councils were appointed
by lot (in much the same way that people get called up for jury service)
then those finding fault would have some understanding of that with which they
are finding fault.
And I found out that the actress who played Private
Godfrey’s sister in Dad’s Army was in real life the wife of him who played
Captain Mainwaring. One lives and learns.
I Munzed and Wordled from “hurts” through “scale”,
“sappy” and “savvy” to get “sandy” on the fifth attempt.
Steve was doing the Guess The Lyrics competition on
the radio as I pootled. “This is a song to all of my friends, they take the
challenge to their hearts”. No? – I had no idea either. It was “New Song”
by Howard Jones.
I drove round to Dog Club and got set up. “er
indoors TM” followed with the dogs. Dog Club went
rather well; we had quite a few new dogs along. The new dogs were a bit
overwhelmed at first, but within a few minutes they were all running and
playing and scoffing treats with all the other dogs. And the new dogs’ humans
were also a bit overwhelmed at first, but within a few minutes were chatting
with everyone else and enjoying the fun. We had (I think) twenty-three
dogs along today, and we all had a great time.
If only more dog owners could see how dogs can get on so
well.
All too soon it was time to go. “er
indoors TM” was off to craft club. The dogs would
just keep looking for her, so I took them home when she went.
As we drove Steve was on the radio doing the Mystery Year
competition. When did Freddie Laker get knighted? When was Mr. Blue Sky in the
charts? The embarrassingly named Cloppa Castle was on the telly… and there was
some cricket match in which someone or other took eight wickets. Or “winnets”
as Steve said. He got away with it but I did chuckle… It was 1978.
Once home the dogs soon settled. I made myself a cuppa
and made some AI photos for the Dog Club’s Facebook page. Then I got busy… I
did the dogs’ flea treatments then ran out the lawnmower… and after about five
seconds turned it off to harvest more dog dung. I’d cleared it all before I
started, but between getting shot of all the turds and getting the lawnmower
out, one of them had added a late offering.
With the lawn eventually mowed I had a preliminary
zoom round with the garden vacuum. And then I ran out the pond hose and cleaned
out the pond’s pressure filter. You really can see how the thing flows faster
after a cleaning.
I had a look at the cordyline (it’s a plant).
It don’t look too clever. I don’t think it’s dead though. Not yet anyway. I’ll
see what a dose of plant food does for it. I had some in the shed and doshed
some out to the potted plants which had survived the winter. There were also
some weeds in the plant pots. They got chucked… though to be honest it was
tricky to see what was wanted plant and what was unwanted weed.
I had a look at the fence panels. They look shabby. I
keep talking about replacing them. Mind you when I say “replacing them”
I really mean “paying someone to replace them for me”. The actual
replacing isn’t an issue; it’s the having the new ones delivered and getting
shot of the old ones that would be arse-ache.
“er indoors TM” came
home from craft club and sorted us a cuppa and a hot cross bun. We had some
Morrison’s hot cross buns… they aren’t very nice.
We then took the dogs out plant shopping. We went to
Bybrook Barn where maybe one person in twenty realised that they were in a busy
garden centre. Pretty much everyone was blundering about totally oblivious to
everyone else around them. We got some bedding plants, but no polyanthus.
Apparently they are now out of season. We went on to Dobbies where we got some
polyanthus in the “reduced” section. And some little goldfish for the
small pond.
“My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” called round. They’d been tidying up their garden
and had some statues that were surplus to requirement. Did I want them? Yes
please!!! We got them into the garden; I
shall do something with them tomorrow.
And then, with the Infinity Table not having been put away
since last night, “er indoors TM” and I had another
go at various maps of “Ticket to Ride” which I eventually won (four
games to three).
If any of my loyal readers fancy an evening of drinking
beer whilst laying virtual train tracks round various maps of Europe, America
and Asia, you’d be very welcome…
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