Yesterday was the longest day of the year; consequently last night was the shortest night. The night shift certainly didn’t seem that way. Following a particularly quiet night shift last Saturday I had to do a serious amount of work last night.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio were talking politics; the proposed alliance between the Conservative party and the DUP is looking rather iffy. The DUP are demanding vast sums of money for Northern Ireland, and who can blame them?
I got home just as "My Boy TM" arrived. He was dropping off our house guest; little Rolo is staying with us for a week or so whilst he goes off on holiday. Treacle got incredibly over-excited about Rolo, but eventually she calmed down.
I had this plan to got to sleep right away before the day got too hot; I got a couple of hours sleep before the thunderstorm woke me at mid-day. Over a very late brekkie I had a look-see at the Internet.
Facebook was entertaining; there are some people on there that I have known for years and who I see on a regular basis. There are others I rarely see, and social media is a good way to keep in touch. And there are those who put every single sordid detail of their soap-opera lives up for all to see. I have a few people like that on my friends list and it makes for such entertaining reading. Some people really do believe that Eastenders and Coronation Street and “reality TV” are real and they too try to lead their lives in such a way that even going to the toilet is cause for drama.
One such chap has been kicking off for the last day or so; having been jilted by a girlfriend he has publicly fallen out with the girlfriend’s family, posted pictures of his progress through a bottle of whisky, posted rather sad attention-seeking videos, and was at mid-day posting remorseful stuff about how his boss had sent the social workers and the police round to his flat.
This evening he posted an apology for his carrying-on. He shouldn’t apologise – I love it. Is that mean of me?
I then turned the telly on and watched a drama based on the exploits of Sir Ernest Shackleton; the Antarctic scenery made an interesting contrast to the ongoing heatwave. But the storm soon passed, and I realised that the fence wasn’t going to paint itself. Two hours (or so) saw two more fence panels painted, and it was time to drive out and collect "er indoors TM" and take her to the garage where her car had been in for a service.
We walked all three dogs round the park. Rolo seems to be constantly harassed by Treacle. He goes out of his way to pick fights with massive dogs, but lets Treacle terrorise him.
I think I’ll have an early night – I’m worn out.
Despite sleeping well I did have several vivid dreams last night. Waking at 6am to find my car wasn’t sinking in a swamp came as something of a relief. I got up and over brekkie watched an episode of “Jamestown” in which bosoms heaved and antimony was mistaken for silver. I’m reliably informed that this is a common mistake in certain circles.
When telly was over I went straight out to the garden and put the new ultra-violet lamp into the fish pond filter and chucked in the stuff to sort out the algae. I got a fence panel nearly painted when "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" texted to say she was on the way round. I got cleaned up and we took the dogs to the river. The idea was to get the dog walk done before the day got too hot, but despite being earlier than usual it was still hot.
The dogs enjoyed playing in the river, but Sid did struggle with the heat.
Pogo and Treacle played like mad things; I heard Fudge yelp as though in pain a couple of times and I assumed the puppies had crashed into him. But I was rather suspicious when he yelped when I could see the puppies were twenty yards away in the other direction. So I watched my dog intently and a few minutes later I caught "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" kicking him. Little brat!
His mother unleashed some serious whoop-ass on him; he won’t do that again.
There was a minor catastrophe when I got home; there was water all over the floor. I cleared up the mess and spent a few minutes trying to find where it had come from. I suspect the dogs’ water bowl got knocked as the washing machine seemed fine.
I got another fence panel painted before it got too hot to continue, so at that point I sparked up my lap-top and had a look-see at the Internet.
I’ve had to make a tweak to the settings of this blog. If anyone wants to make a comment on my rantings they will have to log in via their Google account to do so and use the verification thingy; I had half a dozen spam comments overnight and I don’t want to encourage them.
Mind you on a more positive note I got asked if I would share my Wherigo wizardry with a chap in Australia. I was only too happy to do so. I wonder what the Aussies will make of playing Snakes and Ladders?
With the hottest part of the day past I went off to bed for a couple of hours. I had hoped to have slept longer but it was too hot. Rather than laying awake sweltering I went out to the garden and pootled. I got another fence panel painted and cut back the jungle pouring over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door.
"er indoors TM" came home with some bedding plants for the new planters. In retrospect buying them at lunch time and leaving them cooking in her car for the afternoon might not have been the best way to have transported them, but they are now in the planters. I wonder if they will survive?
I’ll have a look in the morning after the night shift…
I slept well despite the heat. Over brekkie I saw that this blog had got a comment. Every entry has the option to leave a comment; sometimes people do so. The entry from 8 September 2010 had a comment today. On 8 September 2010 we had a new boiler fitted. Someone commented about that entry by telling me all about SEO Sparks of 385 Redding Rd #207, Lexington, KY. Apparently they drive targeted marketing to websites. Or just randomly spam blogs from eight years ago, depending on your perspective.
I took the dogs for an early walk; the idea being to get done before it got too hot. As we walked up the road we met a small child who said hello to “blue dog” and “pink dog”. This boy told me that my dogs are named after the colours of their collars and leads. That’s nice for them.
As we walked through Bowens Field we met a mad old woman who started screaming because my dogs were off of their leads, and she snatched her (leaded) dog up presumably before my slavering wolf pack ate her precious petal. As she ranted about how dogs should all be on leads I smiled sweetly, and made the observation that some people shouldn’t have dogs.
We walked slowly. Fudge was straggling. Just at the point where I thought I should pick him up he saw some other dogs of our acquaintance (a hundred yards behind us) and he set off to bother them like a bullet from a gun. He *can* put on a turn of speed when it suits him.
We came home; I put on old painting clothes and got another fence panel painted. I think I’ve got twelve more to do, and one to dig out and replace and then paint.
As I painted Treacle dug two separate holes in the lawn. Admittedly Fudge was a couple of years old when he came to stay (permanently) with us, and Treacle is only a baby. But Fudge *never* dug holes in the garden.
With the dogs settled I drove round to the tip. I seem to spend too much time there; I seem to feel somewhat possessive of the place. Today there were so many normal people about; all swarming. Not one was looking where they were going, either when carrying rubbish about or when driving in and out.
From the tip I went up to Aylesford pond shop for a new ultra-violet light for the pond filter. I also got some jollop to clear the green algae. But (as the man said) the sunlight is the cause of the algae. I have a plan to build a protective pergola over the pond.
Are any of my loyal readers any good at carpentry?
I was hungry so I went to the Aylesford McDonalds. The idiots in front of me had to be seen to be believed. The bloke had to repeat everything the assistant said to his girlfriend. they he had to poke her to get her attention and repeat himself again. Every sentence from behind the till was repeated, then (after a poke) repeated again. If only she'd put her phone down and ordered the food herself we could all have been out so much quicker.
It was ironic that once their order was complete she then had a major hissy fit because the boyfriend had paid and she had wanted to use her new credit card. I considered making the observation that it is amazing what you miss if you don't stay alert, but I thought better of it.
I got to work a few minutes early. It was as well that I did; the car park was full. I eventually found a space, and as I walked through he car park to work I was amazed at just how many people were sitting in their cars with the engines running. Presumably to get the benefits of their cars' air conditioning?
Once at work I did my thing (as I do). Having a late start meant that I could get so much done before work, but a late start does make for a late finish…