As I scoffed my toast I saw on one of the local
Facebook pages that one of the local coffee shops has been bought out, had a
refit costing three hundred thousand pounds and re-opened. They clearly aren’t
bothered by the coffee shop in Repton going out of business at the weekend. Meanwhile
one of the nearby
village pubs is launching an incredibly cheap lunchtime menu. With
meals starting at a fiver a go, that’s probably the way to stay in business.
Quite a few people were posting photos from various
businesses offering price reductions for customers paying in cash. The “Cash
is King” brigade was out in force. Personally I see the “Cash is King”
brigade as being synonymous with tax dodgers, but what do I know?
And the nation would seem to be facing a hunk shortage
with only seven people having signed up for the Mr England competition.
I had over a hundred and thirty emails. People had
been round Kings Wood yesterday finding the geocaches I’d hidden there. But not
finding all of them. One of them had both “Found it” and “Didn’t Find
It” logs from yesterday.
I Munzed, and Wordled. Starting with “refit” I
then tried “stray” and got it with “trunk” on the third go.
Usually we would then go to the woods, but with a dentist appointment at the
most awkward time we didn’t. I got the strimmer out instead. I voomed round the
garden with that, and followed up with the lawn mower. And with a few minutes
spare I then pulled weeds, putting my back out whilst I did. But I carried on
regardless.
And then it was time for the dentist. I walked down
the road and signed myself in to their self-service machine. But then the
question – was to be in the upstairs or downstairs waiting room? I went to the
counter where there were three surly, miserable and utterly disinterested
receptionists all of who pointedly ignored me for as long as they could. I’ve
said before I only go to my current dentist as it is very convenient being just
down the road. And in all likelihood each of the three surly, miserable and
utterly disinterested receptionists will have resigned and be replaced by the
next time I am there.
I was told to sit downstairs for the hygienist, and
when she was done to go upstairs for the dentist. It wasn’t long before I was
in the hygienist’s chair and had her rooting in my gob. The worst part was the
pain in my arm; carpal tunnel nonsense didn’t like dentist chairs.
With my gob cleaned I moved to the upstairs waiting
room where some idiot (with his arse hanging out of the top of his trousers)
was ranting at the world about how it isn’t possible to cook egg and chips in
an air fryer. I would bet good money that no one else in the world had ever had
to smile politely whilst some idiot (with his arse hanging out of the top of
his trousers) ranted about eggs, chips and air fryers. How do I attract
these looneys?
I went in to the dentist and he gave my gob a
thumbs-up. That was a result.
I came home, and took the dogs out. We went to
Orlestone. As we walked into the woods so one of the normal people was walking
out. He seemed rather scared of Morgan and Bailey, and was absolutely terrified
when Treacle and Pogo came bowling round the corner. But once he’d bustled off
we walked a couple of miles without seeing anyone else (which was a result).
We then drove out to one of the garages where the “er
indoors TM”-mobile was
having its M.O.T. The plan had been to go to Halfords, but they’d blown her out
this morning on account of their M.O.T. machine being broken. I didn’t realise
there was an M.O.T. machine. One lives and learns.
With the “er indoors TM”-mobile
dropped off we came home again. A cheese and pickle
sarnie made for lunch then I went back to the garden. It doesn’t pootle in
itself. I put new liner into the planter
I started fixing yesterday, and then put the back onto it. It looks a tad
scratty round the base at the back, but you can’t see that.
I filled it with soil. I say “filled”; what I
put in will settle in a few days and will need topping up. I trimmed back more
of the stuff pouring over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door, I voomed
round with a watering can. Hopefully now I’ve trimmed back all the stuff
hanging over the fence the potted plants might get some of the rain; they’ve
been completely sheltered this last year (and more).
As I trimmed back the overgrowth so I popped it into
my garden waste dustbin which I then carried through to the green recycling bin
in the front garden… where not-so-nice-next-door’s roses had overgrown
the fence so much they were banging against our upstairs window. They got
trimmed too.
I made us both a cuppa as by then I was all in. As I
slurped mine I saw I had an email. In the spring I lent Kanen
in Ecuador fifteen quid to help her set up a goat farm. She’s
paid back a fiver (not that I want it) so I’ve lent that (and a bit
more) to Lucia in the Philippines who’s trying to make a go of farming pigs.
What I blew on a couple of drinks and some crisps in the pub yesterday is a big
deal to Lucia. She aims to repay me by next April; I don’t want the money back.
I shall just lend it to someone else.
I then dozed off.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza and then went bowling. I settled in front of the telly and watched the
last episode of “Cranford”. I wonder what I will watch next…
I’ve not stopped today.
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