I slept through till eight o’clock this morning. I got
up, made toast and had my usual rummage round the Internet as I do. It was
still there with its usual brand of nonsense. Someone on a local Facebook page
was asking for recommendations for good psychics and mediums… I found myself
thinking back to the days when I used to (try to) sell paintings at
psychic fairs in South Willesborough. Several of the so-called psychics would
get their friends to come along and form a queue to give the impression that
they were good at psychic-ing. These people queuing would loudly big-up the
ones they were queuing for and would be loudly disparaging about the others.
There was some weirdo at those psychic fairs who would wave an eagle’s wing at
ill people (presumably in competition with the NHS), and there was some
other chap who would use flash photography to take photos of people sitting in
front of an iridescent background, and would then (for twenty quid!)
explain what the pictures he took meant. The whole thing was one big scam, but
the punters loved it – they must have; they kept handing over their money.
I thought better about commented on Facebook though.
The minor hiccup on the Dog Club’s WhatsApp group
seems to have resolved itself. There’s a new caretaker at the Repton centre
who’s got into conversation with someone who doesn’t actually come to Dog Club
who apparently told him that we’d volunteer to do all sorts of groundwork and
maintenance for them. Whilst I’m happy to help where I can, it’s up to the
people at the Repton centre to organise stuff, not us. And if their committee
isn’t as active as the new caretaker would like (which I suspect might be
the case) then he needs to sort them out, not try to sideline them. I’m
taking the line that I estimate the Dog Club already pays over a hundred quid a
month to use the field; what more do they want? I think I’ve turned people to
my point of view.
I’ve got no reply from Tredington about the
ichthyosaur fossil EarthCache. How long do I give a vicar to reply to an email
about a dinosaur?
I Munzed, Wordled from “vicar” to “prove”
in four goes. Having the “v” on the first go was a result.
We took the dogs out. With rain forecast we went to
Orlestone for a shorter walk. We got there, barked at the other dog in the car
park, then had a rather good walk round the woods. No one rolled in anything,
no one waded in any swamps, it was a good walk.
We came home via the co-op where we got pastries for
lunch.
I then went into the garden. I got the long-handled
lopper out and thought I’d see if I could get to some of the higher branches of
the stuff coming over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door. I managed to
lop off quite a bit. The bushes now look like I’ve been pruning way over the
boundary line because now I’ve removed all the weight on our side they are
somewhat unbalanced. When I got to the point that the garden waste bin was full
I thought it was time to stop. My plan was to fill that bin as it (hopefully)
gets emptied tomorrow. And the rain had started anyway.
I came in and realised that the washing which was
supposed to scrub whilst I did gardening hadn’t finished scrubbing. Because it
hadn’t started scrubbing; I’d forgotten to put it on. Ho hum…
I put that on to scrub, and had a look at the fish
tank filter. It is supposed to aerate as well as filter, but no bubbles were
blowing out. I fiddled about with the filter – there’s bubbles now.
I cracked on with the ironing whilst watching an
episode of “Lost in Space” when I got a message. Nice-next-door
is having her roof fixed as there were serious issues around her chimney. The roofer
had seen something that looked iffy on our roof over the weekend, and we’d sent
a few messages (and photos and videos of the roof) to and fro, and this
afternoon he sent me a quote for him to deal with the problem. Oh well… what is
money for if not to squander on fixing the roof before it is too late.
I’m a great believer in getting in a professional to
sort things about the house. Having tried to bodge repairs myself in the past I
then paid cheap and got what I paid for. I’ve learned that it is better to
shell out on someone who knows what they are doing.
In the first instance this chap knows where to get
scaffolding from, and that’s more than I do.
Despite the rain we did “FEED THE FISH” …. Well,
me and Treacle did. The smaller two dogs weren’t going out in the rain. They
ain’t daft.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up fish and chips which we scoffed whilst watching this week’s episode of “Bake
Off”. It was rather good.
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