I had a better night than I might have had with this
heat, and despite the bin men making their usual early morning racket I stayed
in my pit until nearly eight o’clock.
I did have a vague idea to get up early and go chasing
for First To Find on a puzzle geocache that went live yesterday which I solved
yesterday but it was too hot to go out then. But someone else had had the same
idea, and having got up at five o’clock they’d found the thing two hours before
I got up.
I made toast and had a little look at the internet.
Someone with whom I used to work was having a birthday today. I sent out
birthday wishes. And I rolled my eyes.
One thing which has boiled my piss about the current
heatwave is that Facebook is filled with postings about how we should all keep
dogs inside, and about how cruel it is to walk dogs in this heat. I suppose the
underlying sentiment is admirable, but the posts are all very
passive-aggressive, clearly from people who know absolutely nothing about dogs,
and are pretty much all from people who post anonymously as they are too
cowardly to put their names to what they are saying. I tried telling my three
that they couldn’t have a walk this morning, and they weren’t having any of it.
They all stood by the door and whined.
So we went to Orlestone rather earlier than we might
have done. We walked about a quarter of the distance we usually cover, with
pretty much no hills and pretty much all in the shade. Morgan and Bailey
managed to find fresh fox poo, and Treacle found a water-filled ditch.
After half an hour and a mile and a half we got back
to the car at about the sort of time we would usually start our walk.
We came home. Yesterday “er indoors TM” came
home with a packet of croissants. We had one with jam and a cuppa. I Munzed;
Our Munzee Guild has hit the last of our monthly targets, and we got all our
rewards. I Wordled from “night” through “trace” to “acute”.
I wrote up some CPD. I wrote to my MP
about the hose pipe ban which is supposedly coming into effect next week.
Ironically I wrote to him last year about the floods near Asda when he achieved
nothing, so my hopes aren’t high.
I then spent a little while fighting with my lap-top.
My email provider had upgraded their website recently, and like pretty much
every IT upgrade I’ve ever seen, rather than improving matters, the upgrade
left the thing utterly unable to function in any way at all. Eventually I
managed to get it working… deleting browsing history and cookies did the trick…
until I tried to log in again later.
Bearing in mind the heat was supposed to subside a little tomorrow (and I’m working on
Sunday) I popped over the road to get some beer for an afternoon in the
garden. I wasn’t the only person to have that idea… why do so many people have
to take the entire family whenever they go shopping? Does it really need six
people to stand round watching one person actually buying stuff?
And then I popped up the road to the other shop to get
ice cream. Each little corner shop has its specialty… I was reminded of my
grandmother who would spend an entire day shopping getting supplies from a
dozen different shops.
And then I ran round the garden. I cleared the dog
turds, cleaned out the pond filter and voomed about with the watering can. The
snapdragons are looking rather good.
We had a rather good curry for dinner which we
devoured whilst watching more “Canal Boat Diaries”… we’ve found a canal
boat hire company which takes up to three dogs… Personally I think taking the
hounds on a boat is a recipe for disaster, but what do I know?
And when fetching the bins back earlier, “er
indoors TM” found a tenner in the
front garden. That was a result.
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