Morgan had got off the bed in the night. When I came
back from the loo at five o’clock he was looking hopeful so I lifted him up
past Treacle’s glare.
Back in the day I would have got up at five o’clock on
Easter Sunday. I would have gone to our local church (just down the road)
and set up all the tables and chairs. Friends of the time would then have got
the kitchen orgnised and I and others would walk up to North’s Seat; the
highest point for miles around. We Methodists used to organise a “Son-Rise”
outdoor church service where we would sing and pray. We’d be joined by the
local C of E congregation, the local Catholics and the Baptists. The Jehovah’s
Witnesses would always be invited to join with us. Every year they sent a
little delegation who never joined in, but stood and watched from fifty yards
away.
And once the sun had risen we’d take everyone back to
our Methodist church where we’d give everyone brekkie. Everyone except the
Jehovah’s Witnesses who flatly refused to have anything to do with us.
I wonder if that still goes on in Hastings.
But I didn’t get up at five o’clock today. I went back
to bed and stayed there until half past seven. I got up, made toast and had a
look at the Internet. It was much the same as ever… but I chuckled at the
adverts in my feed. Yesterday I mentioned the iffy fence panels and that we’d
bought some bedding plants. This morning I was inundated with adverts for fence
repair kits and plant seeds.
#There wasn’t
much we could really do today. Pretty much everything closes for Easter Sunday.
Supposedly it is so the staff can have a rest. What a load of tosh. Let’s see
how the public react when they turn up at the hospital and get told to shove
off because the place is closed so that the staff can have a rest. Why don’t
shops and supermarkets and the like open from six in the morning until midnight
(or even operate continuously). They could do this by actively looking
for people who want to start work very early in the morning, or want to work
late into the evening. Or want to do night work. Rather than having the
existing staff working more hours, just take on more staff. After all what’s
the point of a shop being open when all its potential customers are at work
themselves?
I Wordled, and Munzed from “night” to “knave”
and got it with “envoy” on the third attempt. I rather impressed myself
with that.
I went into the garden for a bit. I cleared yet more
dog turds, laid one of the stepping stones that the first fruit of my loin gave
me yesterday, cleaned out the filter of the small pond, and gave up on the
pansies I planted a few weeks ago. They’ve come to nothing so I dinged their
compost into one of the planters, and by then “er indoors TM” was
ready. Some of her geocaches along the Greensand Way needed attention. We’d
sorted some on Friday; we sorted more today. And with caches sorted we had
something of a failed experiment. The series of geocaches runs in a straight
line. We thought we might add a return loop to make a circular walk… There is a
footpath which goes parallel to the geo-series which would be an ideal route in
theory…
In practice it was a disaster. The path had half a
dozen stiles which were poggered and all but impassable. We got over them but
it took some doing. I shall contact the rights of way people… it would be a
good walk if you could actually get along it. A mile and a quarter took us over
an hour.
We came home for a cuppa and the last of the lemon
cake, and I went back into the garden. I planted out those bedding plants we
got yesterday. I discovered that I’d got a dozen snapdragons rather than six –
that was a result. I tested all the water features – the big one isn’t quite
flowing like it might. I expect I’ll sort it eventually. Or I won’t. We got a
load of rubbish ready for a tip run. And when I finished pootling I took a few photos of the garden.
We had a cuppa by the pond. Now it’s getting warmer we
can sit by the pond. But when I say “pond” I can’t help but feel I mean
“big dog water bowl”; Treacle does love guzzling out of it.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up chicken and chips. Once that was scoffed we played the Infinity Table over
the Internet against Chris. That thing’s internet connection is odd. “Game
of Life”, “Sorry” and “Trouble” all work fine, but “Ticket
to Ride” simply won’t play remotely.
I’ve got to go to work in the morning…
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