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Weekend stuff so far

Sunday 4th May, 2008 @ 10.47pm BST Europe/London by Pandammonium

Friday night: got pissed in the Maypole.

Saturday morning: had hangover.

Saturday afternoon: cycled with Colin to the Cambridge pitch ‘n’ putt place, independently of the conversation on said activity the night before.  Pitched ‘n’ putted.  I think it’s safe to say that I was pretty dire and Colin was pretty good, except that I returned the same number of balls that I’d started with whereas Colin returned one less.  That’s not to say I didn’t lose balls.  There just happened to be other balls in the ditch that I repeatedly lobbed the ball into that could be retrieved instead.  One had obviously been there some time.  That one replaced the one that fell directly into the water and was quickly swallowed by the silty ooze as opposed to the one that landed at the edge somewhere.  Colin’s ball landed in the lake and was deemed irretrievable.  That was after he’d played the ball on the previous hole fantastically so it went flying over the lake and through the trees and onto the far edge of the green.  I, after the ditch debacle, decided to tee off from the easy tee, which didn’t involve having to get the ball over said lake.  After that, we cycled to a local nature reserve, where there were bluebells, ivy, yellow flowers, trees, other plants and birds, and looked at Byron’s Pool, then cycled to Grantchester, and decided not to eat at the Orchard because the queue was really quite long.  Then we cycled home again.

Saturday evening: got Chinese takeaway from the pub.

Sunday morning: rudely awakened by Colin looking out the window to see what the noise that had rudely awakened him was.  I looked out and discovered there were two rampant dogs in next door’s garden.  The cat was out.  She goes next door sometimes: there’s a gap in their fence and our hedge she goes through.  I looked out the window and saw her on our wall by the gate, on the opposite side to the hedge.  I went to let her in.  She came in pretty quicksmart.  And just in time, too, because the brighter of the two dogs came through her gap shortly after and went beserk in our garden.  The other remained next door.  Going more beserk.  Colin got dressed and went out into the garden (rather him than me) and I fetched a bowl of water on his bidding.  The dog was really thirsty and it calmed down a bit after a drink.  Colin found a phone number on the dog’s choker chain, so I phoned it up.  The woman who answered said she’d be here shortly to get them.  Colin rang next door’s doorbell; the woman answered it, looking sleepy.  He told her there was a dog in their back garden.  “Oh, that’s what it is,” she said.  Colin told them someone would be coming for it soon.  Some time later, a young woman knocked on our door with a cigarette in her hand.  The smoke wafted in the house, and stunk, even though she didn’t come in.  She said she wasn’t the owner and couldn’t take the dogs away.  I’m not sure why she came round, to be honest.  She did say the owner lived just up the road and she’d be coming soon.  After what seemed like ages, with the dog next door flinging itself against the fence and barking and whining and generally being stupid in the way that canines are and the woman whinging, “it’s wrecking everything!” and the dog in our garden jumping up at Colin, wandering round the lawn sniffing, lying on the lawn eating the grass, flinging itself against the gate and generally being stupid in the way that canines are, the owner finally came round to collect them.  She’d been to next door first, which was probably just as well because I don’t think they’d given “their” dog any water.  After she’d gone, I looked at the clock.  Nine o’clock, on the dot.  In the morning.  On a Sunday.  We went back to bed.

Rest of Sunday: lounged around the house, recovering from the previous day’s exertions and reassuring poor puss that the nasty dogs had gone and the garden was perfectly safe for her again.

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