I slept well, but again the dog that walks up our road
at five o clock had another barking fit.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet. It
was still there and was much the same as ever. Squabbles and trivia abounded as
it does. The Prime Minister was facing ever more pressure to jack it all in for
no reason that anyone could actually explain. I saw our local MP had expressed
solidarity with the Prime Minister though. I was surprised at that. I was
surprised that he actually took a stand one way or the other. I’ve mentioned
before that having a Labour MP has turned out to be something of a
disappointment.
I took the dogs up to the woods. With normal people
dawdling at a snail’s pace along the path we usually take into the woods we
took another one today, and walked a rather different route to our usual one.
We met a couple of other dog walkers as we went, but each encounter passed off
amicably (as it should). No one chased anything, no one rolled in
anything. It was all rather uneventful which was probably for the best.
Just as we got home so the heavens opened.
I made us both a cuppa which we had with a “choco-break”.
Have you ever had a “choco-break”? You can get
them from Aldi – they are like a kit-kat but made from far better chocolate
and are about half the price.
(£1.25 compared to £2.20).
And with the rain having stopped I cracked on in the
garden. I stripped out all the stuff between the bathroom and the shed. There
was quite a bit of stuff I could use to attempt to bodge the bottom of the
fence between our garden and not-so-nice-next-door. I swept up, squirted
round with the rat deterrent, and then the heavens opened again. I came in,
Munzed and Wordled. “Again” gave me nothing, as did “slept”. With
a third of my goes gone and not a single letter I scratched my head. “Brock”
gave me an “o” even if it was in the wrong place. “Mommy” gave me
two letters in the right place, and I got it on the fifth go with “dowdy”.
The rain stopped so I went back out. Leaving out the
bits that might be useful I put the rest of the tat back between the bathroom
and shed, and then started on the main business of the day. I stripped out all
the tat outside the kitchen window and all the flower boxes. I shifted the old
chewed sleeper blocks, swept and brushed, and got the new bricks and planks
into place. And with the flower tubs back onto the new planking I got the
pressure-washer out to give it all a good scrubbing.
The pressure washer was poggered.
I can remember it being problematical in the past, but
in the past it always started working after I gave it a good clout. I gave it
several good clouts but to no avail. Ho hum…
I did the best I could with a hose pipe and a yard
brush.
Whilst I was at it I lifted the drain cover to have a
look-see. The water level was higher than it might have been, and as I watched
so a nappy floated by. I always though there were rules about what you chucked
down a chodbin?
I then had a look at the pond. Yesterday “er
indoors TM” spotted that the pond’s
aerator pump had had it. I fiddled with it and changed the fuse, but it wasn’t
having any of it. I could have taken the thing apart but the rain was starting
again so I gave up, came in and watched a couple of episodes of “The
Handmaid’s Tale”.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a decent chili which went down with a bottle of the red stuff as we watched
another couple of episodes of “The Orville”. I’ve been re-reading my
diaries of nine years ago when I first saw the show and I was rather
disparaging about it. I can’t remember the episodes at all, but they are rather
good… this time round.
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