I knew I was due to pay the balance of my October holiday within the next few days, but couldn’t remember the due date, the amount I owed nor the name of the travel company. I’d received confirmation and an invoice of course, and carefully put it in a sensible place. Lord knows where. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Luckily, I had sent details of my renewed passport by email so was able to find the name of the company, so I phoned and came clean and the nice woman on the telephone looked me up.
Soon afterwards, the internet connection went down. I went through all the correct procedures to try and restart the hub, but no joy. I phoned to check there wasn’t a local issue and this exchange wasn’t mentioned, then phoned the helpline number and was put in a queue. 10 – 20 minutes, I was told, so got on with things while I was waiting. After a while, I thought I’d better just check – and the internet was on again. I dunno. Some sort of glitch at the exchange, I suppose. Still, at least I didn’t have the embarrassment of finding out when on the phone to the broadband guy.
We’re into our second and last week of Rupert’s stay. It’s going very well, he settled down pretty quickly. Hannah left a shirt of hers that she’d been wearing, on my suggestion, to console him when he missed her and he took it to bed with him the first night. He does carry it around with him, but not every day. I’d hoped to let the two dogs out in the garden together, but bantams fly over the wall into the garden sometimes and I don’t want to risk them being chased. So they’re getting walked on the lead, for the most part. They get plenty of exercise chasing each other over the house, it’s doing them no harm. I had been letting them have a run on the marshes, but Jonny has let the cows onto the first marsh now and I don’t take the risk. I’ve no idea how sensible Rupert would be and fear of him running up to them and being swiped off his feet by half a ton of cow is making me cautious.
Time for our late-night trot round the village. I like going out in the dark, though I take my phone in case I need some light. The other night, they found a hedgehog and were very interested. Luckily, I realised and pulled them away before they picked it up – well, Rupert isn’t big enough, but Ben is. And I’d have had to spend the next hour removing fleas, I daresay.