Once I’d hung out the washing (and gathered dog
turds) I made toast and had a look at the Internet. Some woman had posted a
photo of her new garden pond and was asking advice of one of the Facebook groups.
Having spent a small fortune she was rather disappointed to end up with a small
hole in the ground surrounded by loads of gravel. And as is always the way with
the Internet there were far more people dripping sarcasm than were offering
advice.
I Munzed, Wordled from “loads” to “reply” in
five goes, and got ready for the off.
We drove up to the woods a tad earlier than usual.
With another warm day forecast we wanted to get round before it got too hot. We
walked round the woods and had a rather dull walk. No episodes with the normal
people, no rolling in muck… As we walked my phone beeped. In January my “Map
My Walk” app asked if I’d like to join the “You vs The Year”
challenge in which I had to walk a total of one thousand and twenty-six
kilometres (in mapped walks) over the year. Today I got past the eight
hundred kilometre mark.
We came home. I made a cuppa then popped to the vets
to get the flea treatments. I’d ordered it yesterday and had got some verbals
from them that I shouldn’t phone to order the stuff before eleven o’clock. I
must admit I wasn’t impressed when we found that dog the other day and they
refused to scan him for a chip and insisted I drove out to the emergency vet. I
went there expecting attitude, and was pleasantly surprised to find smiles.
Mind you I had to wait an age for them to come out with the flea treatments.
They always do that. You’d think that the idea of ordering the stuff the day
before was so that they would get it ready for you to collect, wouldn’t you?
The dogs didn’t seem to want their flea treatments,
but with that done I went and had a pootle in the garden. On Saturday I saw
that the smallest water feature wasn’t working. That was a pain – the pump is
underground. I cleared stones and scraped away shingle and eventually got to
the pump. I can’t imagine what I was thinking when I put the thing in place (over
twenty years ago) but I’d only allowed myself about six inches of slack
cable. I got to the pump, cleaned it as best I could, and it started working
again which was a result. I cleaned out as much of the mud as I could from the
underground reservoir, and put it mostly back together. If it is still working
tomorrow I’ll put all the stones back.
I took down the event shelter and put away the extra
chairs. I cleaned out the pond filters and topped up the ponds.
I had a left-over bread roll for lunch, then realised
I was knackered.
I spent the afternoon dozing, reading my Kindle and
playing Meowdoku before realising that I’d been outside for too long and had
caught the sun.
I came in and wrote up some
CPD. The American Society of Hematology and the European
Hematology Society both do little quizzes on their Facebook pages over the
weekend, and it is the work of two minutes to copy and paste the html coding
into the Blogger software. It looks incredibly impressive to those who think
that copying and pasting html coding is difficult. Personally I’d be far more
impressed if the American Society of Hematology and the European Hematology
Society learned how to spell Haematology (the letter a appears twice!).
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza and then went bowling. I watched a couple of episodes of “Stranger
Things” as the washing machine had a go at my undercrackers. Monday night is
“wash the smalls” night. There’s never a dull moment in my world…
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