I slept rather better than I have done recently, but
was still awake earlier than I wanted to be. I got up. My back was hurting, but
I got up easier than I did on the last couple of days.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was
still there. People were squabbling about last week’s elections… every squabble
showed that the squabblers had no idea of the issues that they’d been voting
about.
People were squabbling about religion.
People were squabbling about ponds, dogs, geocaching…
pretty much everything about which it would be possible to squabble.
I sighed… I look at social media to see what
colleagues, friends and family have been doing with their lives, not to watch
people I’ve never met quarrelling with people they will never meet.
I Munzed, opening two qrates. I Wordled from “argue”
through “event”, “coney” and “neddy” to come up with “newly”
on the fifth attempt. And I took the dogs up to the woods. When the schools are
open I need to leave home either before half past seven or after nine o’clock so
I don’t get stuck in traffic. I got out of town easily enough this morning but
the traffic coming into Ashford was backed up a mile or so up the A251 to the
woods.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about
how the Prime Minister’s days might be numbered, and whether he goes will be
entirely down to some speech he is going to make. Surely he should be judged on
what he does rather than what he says? This is why that idiot Boris Johnson
survived so long. No one noticed how crap he was at actually doing the job; he
was entertaining to listen to, and for most people that is all that counts.
And there was an interview with the ex-chairman of the
league of A&E doctors (or whatever their club is called) who was
saying how nice it would be to have one NHS-wide computer… I remember the
debacle when that was tried
last time…
We got to the woods and had a frankly epic walk of
either six and three quarter miles or seven and one quarter miles, depending on
whether you listen to my phone or my watch. But apart from a mild altercation
with a Dalmatian the walk passed off pretty much entirely without incident.
We came home to find that “er indoors TM” was
off on an errand with “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”. I told
the Alexa to play “relaxing music for dogs” and I cracked on in the
garden. I got another coat of paint on my planks, topped up the ponds and water
features, bionically burned the weeds and topped up the bird feeder.
“er indoors TM” then came home
and I made us a cuppa… then remembered I’d left the hose running topping up the
big water feature… Woops.
I also saw a new geocache had gone live this
morning near Lydd, and it hadn’t been found. I turned off the hose, and hopped
into the car.
It didn’t take long to get to a lay-by on the road
into Lydd, and after a quick search I spotted the geocache. I opened it up. The
logsheet was blank… I was the first one to find it. Result ! That’s three
hundred and one geocaches I’ve been first to find – I’ve got a list.
As I drove home so the rain started, so it was
probably the best time to go shopping. I went to the garden centre at
Hamstreet. Did they have anything that would get rid of rats in the garden?
Yes. Did they have anything that would get rid of rats in the garden that *wouldn’t*
kill the dogs? That got a blank stare… I got the impression that in the war
against rats, killing the dogs would just be collateral damage.
I tried the new garden centre in the Home Bargains
shop. It was closed; staff were turning customers away as the place had a power
cut.
I tried Dobbies. They were helpful. As well as
poisoning everything they had humane traps. The trouble with a humane trap is
what do you do with what you’ve humanely captured? The nice lady suggested
drowning the rats in a bucket of water (she really did!).
I went to Bybrook Barn where they had some ultrasonic
rat deterrents. They were five times the price of the ones on Amazon, but had
the advantage that you can plug them into a UK power socket. I’d rather scare
the rats away than have to kill them.
Strangely the dogs don’t seen to deter them very much.
I came home. I plugged one of the ultrasonic thingies
in the socket in the shed. I really need to figure out how to set one up in the
garden. And I had a look at the gusher water feature. It is certainly running
better now I’ve topped it up. I’ll wind the hose in tomorrow – the rain might
have dried off of it by then. I’ll give the planks another coat of paint then
as well – hopefully they will have dried too.
I made us both a cuppa and we had the last of the
cake. Yesterday I said it was ginger cake. It wasn’t. It was golden syrup cake,
and there’s no ginger in the ingredients. So why did I think it was ginger
cake?
I wrote up some
CPD and tried to get up quietly, but it was no good.
Treacle was watching me like a hawk. She knew it was time to “FEED THE FISH”.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up dinner then went bowling. I settled on the sofa and started watching
something new. “The Handmaid’s Tale” (on Amazon Prime). I’m two
episodes in; so far, so good…
My back’s still giving me grief… I can sit still or I
can walk about. It’s getting up and getting down that hurts…
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