PlanW

By PlanW

I thought I knew how the day was going to go.  I'd walk the dog, find one photo to take and then not upload it, as I've done every day for weeks/months. 

I'd agreed to sit with Bill (our neighbour) while his wife went out to a swanky family lunch.  The plan was to spend a few hours reading, sorting some photos and maybe catch up with some blipping.  What happened was I sat by the fire with some gardening books, became overwhelmed by heat and fell asleep.  87 years old Bill, our two dogs and I, day sleeping. 

Mary had arranged for a drainage man to unblock a drain.  He did that and showed me the tree roots poking through the drains (through the joints, the weak spots, not the pipes themselves).   There's my blip, I thought.  (Extras)

I whizzed the dogs round the top of the park, got soaked, saw a rainbow.  There's my blip, I thought. (Extras)

Skunk went off to work at 5pm, nights.  At 5.30pm he called to say he'd broken down in the lanes.  At 7.00pm the recovery people had not arrived so I suggested that I'd drive there, we'd swap vehicles and I'd wait in the van.   A phone call informed us to expect the truck at 7.35pm but in reality it was 10pm when the cavalry arrived.  Delivered home by trailer by 11.00pm. (Extras). Could've been a lot worse, I guess.  

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