I slept well, but woke aching at seven o’clock. I got
up, made toast and saw the world was still there. There had been some
uncertainty overnight as President Trump had been threatening to unleash hell
on Iran.
He didn’t.
As I scoffed my toast I saw that the current Middle
East war is having a cease fire and the Strait of Hormuz has opened. Well, a
cease-fire and open strait for the next two weeks or until it all kicks off
again. At the risk of appearing cynical it won’t be long.
And there was a lot of talk about yesterday evening’s
fire. As I’d driven home last night there was a load of smoke coming from a
recycling plant on the other side of town. Fire engines came from miles around
to sort it.
I Munzed, and went to wake the dogs. They sleep so
lightly during the day, and so deeply at night.
I put a load of washing in to scrub and took the dogs
out. As we drove up Brookfield Road it was clear that the petrol station up
there hadn’t heard the morning news; their petrol had gone up in price by two
pence per litre overnight. And as I drove up Chart Road there was a definite
haze in the air. From yesterday’s fire?
The roads up to the woods were a lot quieter than
usual; the woods a lot busier. The car park was heaving, but as is always the
way, once you get half a mile from the car park you get the woods to yourself.
Mostly. We did have a minor issue with some idiot woman and her dog. We changed
direction several times to avoid her, and in the end I just gave up. If her dog
and mine had a set-to it wasn’t from my trying to keep away from her.
Fortunately for us she took one of the paths that leads north out of the woods
through a field with horses in it. And about twenty seconds after we lost sight
of her we could hear a frantic neighing, a frantic barking, and lots of
shouting. My three dogs looked at me as if to say “F.F.S.”, and ignored
the commotion. I couldn’t have done anything to help without involving my three
in whatever was going on so I thought I could best help by staying away. Not my
circus, not my monkeys.
As we walked we saw the bluebells which are coming
into full bloom, and my birdsong app detected sixteen different bird species.
We took a slightly different route to our usual one.
Over the weekend we’d had reports that four of my geocaches in the woods were
missing so I called in to each location and in a novel break with tradition all
really were missing. I replaced them all, but did wonder where they’d gone. Had
people done a litter-pick and tidied them up? Had people taken them home to
show their mums? (that really does happen!)
After five miles we were back at the car. We came home
where the washing machine had finished. I hung the wet stuff on the line (for
the first time this year), and harvested a massive crop of dog turds. I’ve
mentioned before that I can’t believe that three small dogs can generate so
much dung.
I got all the rubbish that we’d been hoarding out the
shed and loaded it into my car. Back in the day I could then have taken it
straight to the tip, but these days you have to book a time, and there was an
hour and a half to go until it was my turn.
I used the time to record the geo-maintenance that I’d
done earlier, and I archived two geocaches I hid at Singleton lake a couple of
years ago. Both were clearly missing and I’d been meaning to replace them for
months and had never got round to it. Best to get shot of them before I get the
geo-feds on my case.
I did a You-Gov survey, Wordled from “miles”
through “illier” to “inlet”, wrote up some
CPD, then went round to the tip.
It was rather busy.
I came home. No day not at work is complete without
ironing. As I ironed I watched a film on the Disney Channel. “Starship Troopers”
is an old favourite of mine, but more and more these days I’m finding I don’t
have the attention span for films.
We did “FEED THE FISH”, I watered the plants. And
had a little look in the small pond. At the weekend we got some goldfish for that
pond. Either they are hiding or the seagulls have had them.
And I got the shears out and gave myself a quick
haircut. That saved over a tenner.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza and went out for the evening. I settled in front of the telly and
sparked up Netflix. I’ve been meaning to watch “The
Man In The High Castle” for over ten years, and finally made a start
this evening. Set in an alternate version of America some fifteen years after
the Allies were defeated in the Second World War, so far the program shows
promise…
Today was a rostered day off. I’m going in to work for
a rest tomorrow…
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