With no alarm set I slept through. I woke for the
first time at five o’clock, rolled over, and finally got up at eight. I made
toast (as I do) and had my usual look at the internet (as I do).
A friend was trying to get people to sign a petition for the government to
hold a referendum to bring the water industry into public ownership. There are
those who feel that public ownership of resources and services isn’t the most
efficient way to run them. It might not be, but there’s no denying that the way
the water companies run in the UK is nothing short of shambolic. We can pump
gas all the way across the country; why not water?
I saw an ex-trainee of mine was having a birthday
today. He was forty. Forty !! If asked I would have said late twenties. Where do
the years go?
And it was claimed that Donald Trump has personally
made over
two billion dollars out of being President. I always
thought he couldn’t be as stupid as he appears to be.
I took the dogs up to the woods. We walked our usual
circuit and everything passed off very uneventfully. We didn’t see anyone else,
we didn’t chase anything. Treacle went in a muddy puddle and Bailey rolled in
something foul, but (all things considered) an uneventful outing.
We came home. Treacle had dried off so the mud brushed
off. Bailey got a scrub, and I made us both a cuppa. I Munzed, and Wordled from
“bring” to “maven”. Maven? It means “a trusted expert,
connoisseur, or someone highly skilled in a specific field who understands its
ins and outs”. One lives and learns.
I set the dishwasher going and went into the garden.
Once I’d gathered up all the turds (there were quite a few) I got those
bits of wood I sawed and painted earlier in the week. I screwed them all
together, then unscrewed them and screwed them together how I should have done
in the first place. Bish bosh – I had a roof for my wishing well. I put some
roofing felt on, then put the roof into place. I measured up for my horizontal
and within a few minutes my bucket was hanging.
The roof felt is a bit scuffed in places; I should
really have done the roof felt on the lawn rather than on the patio, and it
needs something inside the actual well, if only for appearances. But it don’t look too bad, does it?
I’m quite pleased with it bearing in mind I know
absolutely nothing about DIY. I keep threatening to do some DIY evening classes
(if only I could find any). I can remember having an argument with our
French teacher at school (about fifty years ago) when I said that we
really should be taught practical stuff at school. My old teacher was adamant
that I was at a grammar school and we didn’t do menial manual labour. In years
to come I would pay the lower orders to do that sort of thing for me (or so
I was told). I wonder what happened to old Steve Werrett – things certainly
didn’t turn out like he would have had me believe.
I got out the lawnmower and gave the lawn a haircut,
then sat by the pond and had a late lunch of lemonade and sausage rolls as I
read my Kindle.
I got uncomfortable on the wooden bench by the pond so
I crept into the house and loudly announced that I was going to “FEED THE
FISH”. The dogs went from snoring to half-way up the garden in less than
two seconds. And with fish fed I marked some trainee’s portfolio work.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we washed down with another bottle of that
three quid plonk as we watched another episode of “McDonald and Dodds”.
Playing for two hours we got it down to an hour and a half by fast-forwarding
through the adverts.
I can see why the streaming apps don’t allow you to
fast-forward through the ads…
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