A quiet day

The time had arrived for Traitorous Bastard's monthly trip to the Groomer's. 30% ferried him over to Stratford-on-Avon and then headed off for an informal event with a sub-sect of the coven.*

I was left home-alone, so Dog #4 aka The Rat was recruited to fill the vacancy left by TB, when I headed out for this morning's walk. 

Now The Rat has a bit of a reputation for being slightly maniacal. She adores a walk and literally prances from one side of the road to another, and charges all over the place.  She does have reasonable recall and will, sort of, walk to heel, but she much prefers to do her own thing, which basically involves checking out every possible sight and scent, with scant regard to commands issued by her Master!

Our walk was the usual route out as far as Pete's house, and we returned across the fields.  Before she left, 30% joked that The Rat would abandon us and go feral, living with the foxes and other wildlife.  I pointed out that The Rat was probably too feral to be accepted by the foxes ... They may stink, have mange, and eat roadkill, BUT they do have some standards!

Back at home, the new battery for the Guzzi arrived at lunchtime, so this was unpacked and connected to a charger. Out of interest, I tested the voltage of the old battery, and it read 10.25 volts** ... It was definitely the right move to order a new one.

I then spent a while gathering various items of beekeeping paraphernalia for tomorrow's beekeeping talk, before heading in to Stratford to collect TB. 

Stratford's traffic system never fails to infuriate me, and it was the usual stop/start crawl through town. Fortunately my homeward journey was far less congested, so my humours were back to normal by the time we arrived home.

So, Monday was a relatively quiet day and the beekeeping talk is nearly upon me. It is surprising that I am becoming a little nervous as the clock counts down.  I am well aware that it is a little chat to a couple of dozen folks in a Parish Hall, but, weirdly, I am getting quite apprehensive about it.

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* I am led to believe that it was a trip to Rowberry's Nursery, featuring coffee and lunch ... and a shed load of gossip!

** i.e. knackered!