There are several people who walk their dogs at five
o’clock in the morning. There’s one dog which regularly comes up our road far
too early barking like a thing possessed. It was that one which woke me this
morning. I tried to get back to sleep, and dozed on and off until half past
seven.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet. It
was still there. The usual political arguing was completely missing from my
Facebook feed this morning. Instead I had loads of postings for groups offering
support to people with various bone marrow cancers, and quite a bit of “repent
sinner!” bollox. As a lapsed Christian (I was once a Steward in the
Methodist church), the entire Christian theology doesn’t stand up to any
thought at all. *If* Jesus has already died in payment for my sins, why
should I be up for eternal damnation? However I will make the observation that
it is pointless to ask this question on a Facebook forum.
I Munzed, getting two Rover treats as I did, and took
the dogs to the woods. Being pushed for time we went to Orlestone. There was a
weird man in the car park. He seemed really creepy as he tried to stroke the
dogs; I called them away.
We had a mostly good walk. It was a shame that Bailey
ran amok, but she does that.
Yesterday we walked nearly seven miles; today it was
just a shade over two.
We came home where “er indoors TM” was
making herself a cuppa. She did me one, and then I cracked on in the garden.
Yesterday I got three hypersonic rat deterrents (as they came in packs of
three); overnight I had a stroke of genius as to where I might position one
of them. And I got another coat of paint on my planks. I harvested a bumper
crop of dog dung, and had a little look at the area round the plant pots
vaguely planning for tomorrow.
I Wordled. Starting with “plank” I made rather
hard work of it going through “cluck” and “click” before getting
“clock” on the fourth attempt.
I set off to the late shift… and that was effectively
it for the day. So often when on the late shift the day is done by the late
morning.
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