I slept well. I got up to see there had been more rain
overnight. That was something of a result. I made toast and had a look at
Facebook as I do. It was still there and much the same as ever. Lies,
disinformation and blather persisted as it always does. When you think that
I’ve got over seven hundred people on my Facebook list I see posts from maybe
twenty of them. Pretty much everything I see is either “you might be
interested in” (which I never am) or adverts for small businesses
hundreds of miles away.
But it keeps me occupied in the mornings.
I had an email. My car insurance was due. Thirty quid
less than it was last year. I saw that as a result and snapped it up. Last year
it went up and I wasted a morning shopping about only to find I couldn’t get it
cheaper anywhere else.
I took the dogs out. Over the last few days with time
pressing we’d been to Orlestone. We can put the leads on, go to Orlestone and
be back home drinking our cuppa in just over an hour. Kings Wood is a shade
under three hours if the traffic is good, but we had the time to spare today,
so that’s where we went.
As we walked we met two other groups of dog walkers.
One was chatty, one was not. We chased a few squirrels, we didn’t roll in
anything… or anything that stained anyway.
We came home and had that cuppa two hours and fifty
minutes after we’d set off. I Munzed, and Wordled. Google said the best
starting word to use in Wordle was “slate”. It lied. It didn’t give me a
single letter at all. So I tried again with “bruin” (as I couldn’t
think of any other word). And then it was serious brain straining. “Rough”
didn’t help me any more. “Furry” was a step in the right direction, and
I got it on the fifth go with “murky”. As I’d Wordled so we had a
torrential rain shower, but it went as quickly as it came so I decided to crack
on in the garden.
Before I started I put a load of washing in to scrub.
I then cleaned out the pond filter. I lined the two planters we got on Sunday,
filled them with compost and potted the lilac and the thing we got from “My Boy TM” (must
find out what that is). I weeded the pots. I planted the violas we bought
on Sunday. I pootled and tidied. I voomed round with the bionic burner. The
bionic burner is a rather good gadget. It’s not as good as the adverts claim: it doesn’t “permanently
eliminate weed roots from the ground” but it certainly gets
rid of the weeds for longer than just pulling them out by hand does.
“er indoors TM” returned
from a shopping mission. Whilst out she got me a pressie – a bag of wild
rocket. Ostensibly a salad condiment; I’ve chucked it into a floating pot in
the pond. The water cress is doing famously, so the rocket might. Or might not.
Time will tell; it always does.
I had some sausage rolls (with mustard – oh yus!)
for lunch then set about ironing my shirts. They always iron better when still
wet from the washing machine.
And then I tried to spark up my old lap-top. I’d spent
an age trying to get the later Adrian Mole books on MP3. And failed. All I
could find was audibles and spotifys and things which seem to depend on a
decent internet connection, and my car doesn’t have one. So I got the sixth
book on CD and thought I could copy them like I did the other week.
My old lap-top flatly refused to work. It spent two
hours trying to do an update. Eventually I lost patience with it, and despite
the warnings I pulled its plug. It then allowed me to log in… but that was as
far as it would go. Oh, I got cross with it.
After a lot of stress I pulled its plug and we took
the dogs to the marsh for a little outing then on our return I sparked up the
old lap-top again. This time it worked fine and happily turned my new CDs into
MP3s.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fajitas and we scoffed them whilst watching this week’s episode of “Star
Trek: Strange New Worlds”. It was a rather good episode. One of the best, I
expect most of the fans will hate it…
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