I found myself feeling somewhat prophetic as I peered
into the Internet this morning. The other day I whinged about how easy it is to
lose touch with people. One of the people on my Facebook list had a birthday
today. I first met this chap about thirty years ago. We did so much together,
so many pubs and beer festivals. So many weekends away and shared holidays.
I’ve seen the chap twice since lockdown…
And two weeks ago I was in a local coffee shop about which I said “The only
negative was having to pay the thick end of eight quid for a rather mediocre
cup of coffee and three bite-sized pastry things (which were on the burned
side)”.
This morning I saw that they are closing down this weekend. It’s not just pubs
that can’t attract customers.
I Munzed; opening a qrate then Wordled from “found”
to “messy” in five goes..
I spent a little while downloading bank statements.
Again the bank has been fiddling with the way the app works. I *really*
don’t see why they can’t just leave the thing alone rather than continually
messing about with it.
I got the dogs onto their leads and we drove up to
Kings Wood Despite the charges the car park was heaving. The bit around the car
park was full of foragers swarming, and there was an organised group of normal
people having a guided tour found the field by the car park too. But once we
were away from them we had a good walk. I thought the pups might like a drink
from the dew pond. They did, but Pogo charged with so much enthusiasm he
couldn’t stop and skidded straight in. I didn’t laugh much. Bailey went rogue
about a mile later, and we had a near-miss with some woman who was far too
small to have quite such a big dog in a lead. Her dog only wanted to play; I
hate to think what would have happened if her dog turned wilful.
We came home listening to more “Triffids”. I
made us a cuppa, then had another look at the fish tank. On Monday I’d made a
serious start on it. I continued today by hoiking out all of the live plants.
On Monday I’d dinged out a lot of the stuff that had gone wild and had bunched
up the remaining stuff. It seemed I’d missed a *lot* so I sorted that again,
then siphoned out muck and topped up the water. I let it settle and siphoned
again. And again.
The mucky water went onto the plants. Having been
emptying the muck from the pond filter onto the Monkey Puzzle tree for a couple
of years it has only just occurred to me that I’ve been chucking fishy goodness
down the toilet (literally). Maybe it will do the plants some good; the
Monkey Puzzle tree is doing well with the koi poop I’ve been pumping onto it.
As I siphoned I found a surprising number of dead
snails. For all that the things have bred impressively they don’t seem to have
much of a lifespan.
As the water settled between siphonings I looked at
the monthly accounts. They were the same as ever. They could be a whole lot
worse. I really shouldn’t grumble, but I can’t help but think that they could
be a whole lot better.
With accounts accounted I also did some CPD in between
siphoning. It was at that point that I remembered that I’d intended to put a
load of shirts in to wash before I started so that they would be ready to iron
when I was done with the fish tank. Woops. I put them in, and Meowdoku-ed until
the washing machine was done.
As I ironed shirts I watched something on Netflix. “Cranford”
was rather good. It was not unlike “Pride and Prejudice”; a gentle
period drama in which several old biddies blew every trivial incident out of
all proportion. I found myself thinking of my old mum…
I set about washing and tumble-drying the undercrackers
whilst “er
indoors TM” boiled up burgers. We
scoffed them whilst watching this week’s episode of “Star Trek: Strange New
Worlds” which was rather good with several nods to that which had gone before..
not that hose who will be finding fault on the Internet tomorrow would realise that.
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