I spent much of the night hanging off the edge of the
bed; if only the dogs would give me some space.
I got up and let the dogs out for a tiddle. Morgan has
taken to peeing up my pile of tyres; I wish he wouldn’t. I made toast and had a
look at the Internet. There was a passive-aggressive post on the Dog Club
Facebook page. It’s going to be too hot for the bigger dogs today (apparently)
so could we (I) rearrange the meeting times to the evenings. I sighed.
No, I can’t. Meeting at nine o’clock suits me personally. It might be a tad
warm right now, but there is plenty of shade, and if we bring some water along
the dogs would be fine.
So many people in so many walks of life suggest “why
don’t we…” when what they quite openly mean is “why don’t you…”
As I scoffed toast so Bailey sat on the sofa next to
me scoffing her brekkie. She is getting fussier and fussier about eating. And
Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics” competition:. “I
hear your name whispered on the wind. It’s a sound that makes me cry”. I
had no idea. It was Boy Meets Girl - Waiting For A Star To Fall from 1988.
I Munzed, Wordled from “night” to “chuck”
in three goes, and we got ready for the day.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club. For all the
talk about how hot it was going to be we had fourteen dogs along. We stood in
the shade, there was plenty of water for the dogs, and far more got splashed
than ever got drunk.
As we drove off so Steve was doing the Mystery Year on
the radio. I got it with the first record I heard. 10cc – Good Morning Judge. I can remember that
being played at the Miller’s Arms just down the road from where I used to live
during the celebration party for the Queen’s Silver Jubilee in 1977.
We drove up to Badlesmere where we met Karl and
Tracey. They’d had reports of issues on their geocaches in the area so we
joined them for a little walk. Some of the geocaches had issues, some didn’t.
None had issues that those reporting them couldn’t have put right in less time
than it took to report the issue.
And with walk walked we adjourned to the pub. Usually
we would have gone to the Red Lion in Badlesmere, but that place has more and
more specialised in being gluten-free. Which is all very well if you want a
gluten-free meal, but it can be rather restrictive, and leave you with a menu
of only half a dozen meals.
Instead we drove a mile or so down the road to the Wagon
and Horses where we sat
in the garden and had a few beers and a rather good bit of dinner. A starter of
olives with bread and oils and vinegar. A cheese ploughman’s. Three pints of
ale and a couple of gin and tonics. It was rather good to catch up and have an
afternoon in the pub garden. And the dogs were rather well behaved too.
We came home. The plan was to sit in the garden, but I
was a tad heavy-handed with one of the chairs. After a while I gave up trying
to mend it nicely, and brute force put the thing back together again.
I woke up a couple of hours later.
We got out the Infinity Table and played a few rounds
of “Ticket to Ride”. I got my highest ever score (three hundred and
twenty-five) and my lowest (twenty-one).
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