I woke this morning with a rather serious headache (too much beer last night) and a face glowing as though I’d been n the sun for too long (inexplicable). I fed grubby laundry into my washing machine, and whilst it chewed the fish slime out of my trousers I prepped “Hannah” for today’s planned adventure, then had a look at the Internet.
The videos I’d posted from last night’s band gig had received quite a few views. Surprising for videos; whilst people like to look at photos on social media, it has been my experience that videos don’t get such attention. Probably because they go on for too long?
I had quite a few emails; none worth having though. I turned off the lap-top, hung out my de-slimed trousers to dry, and got ready for the day.
Earlier in the week I’d posted on the “Geocaching in Kent” Facebook page asking of anyone fancied going for a little stroll today. A dozen of us (and three dogs) had a rather good walk along the “A Little Wander” geo-series in Littlebourne. Footpaths, fields, woods, a country lane, splashing in a river… all rather pretty. I’ve not been on a “mob-handed” walk for some time; it was rather good to catch up with friends. It was a shame we didn’t see the “keep your dogs out of the river” sign until *after* they had all had a good swim, but such is life.
After five miles and twenty-four geo-finds we were back in the village of Littlebourne. The pub had closed down years ago but having just walked off a hangover I was happy to settle for a tin of Dr Pepper from the village shop.
We sat and chatted whilst we scoffed a picnic lunch under the shade of a tree on the village green, and then we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Having been keeping an eye on the weather forecast all week my plan had been a short(ish) walk in the morning before the forecast heat of the afternoon. There are those who would say that five miles is anything but short, but what do they know (you know who you are!!)
However, reality hadn’t taken any notice of what the BBC had said. I’ve always maintained that the BBC weather forecast is definitive. In cases of discrepancy, reality has got it wrong. Reality had got it wrong today. Rather than having bright sunshine, the afternoon was somewhat overcast. With "er indoors TM" needing to find a few more caches before she got (I got mine last weekend) we drove into Canterbury, parked up in Zealand Road and went on a rather pretty walk through the orchards.
This second walk of the day really did sum up the magic of geocaching, Having been driving to and from work through this area for over five years I really had no idea that there were orchards anywhere nearby; let alone how pretty they area is.
This second walk was one of seven geo-finds over a mile and a half. A rather short walk (for me) but one I would heartily recommend for anyone contemplating hunting Tupperware for recreational purposes.
It was only a shame that the corner shop we’d parked by had closed when we came back to the car. I’d been looking forward to an ice cream.
We headed homewards. But seeing how we’d be in the general area of Chilham, and also bearing in mind we’d logged a DNF there the other week (something one tries to avoid) we went back and found the cache we’d missed last time.
whilst we were out. We’d had a rather good day today. I had wondered if it might have been too hot for the dogs, but their cooling bandannas seemed to work as did regular drinks of cool water. They didn’t seem at all fussed by the heat.
I did have a plan to go to the geo-meet this evening. But by the time we’d got home, fed the fish and got the washing in, the meet had already started. I checked Google Maps - the meet was nearly an hour’s drive away and it finished at seven o’clock I sent my apologies.
The timing didn’t really work for me, but as I once said to the organizer it is impossible to time any sort of event to suit everyone. It is probably for the best to organize such an event at a time that suits yourself and hope for the best. That’s what I do.
Rather than going to the meet we scoffed some tea, and with "er indoors TM" off bowling and the dogs snoring I settled in front of the telly.
I woke up three hours later…
I stood on the scales this morning - I've lost two pounds since the beginning of the week. I saw that as something of a result, and then watched an episode of "Captain Underpants" as I scoffed toast. Hardly cerebral viewing, but then for all that I am a genius, I'm hardly a cerebral person.
I set off for work. The plan wasn't originally for me to be working today, but a colleague needed to get out of her shift today. And if I worked this morning she would work on one of the days in August when I was scheduled to work both days of the weekend. I rather saw myself getting the better part of that deal.
As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were discussing the ethics of factory farming. (I thought factory farming had been banned years ago) The discussion rather summed up the entire concept of my experiences of "discussion". On the one hand there was someone making money from factory farming who was (rather confrontationally) saying that if we in the UK didn't use factory farms, farmers would do it overseas and flood the UK market with their cheaper products. On the other had was someone from the league of ethical farmers (or whatever they were called) saying that this theory had been proved not to be the case and gave a few examples to prove his point. Needless to say the first chap wouldn't have any of it.
I was reminded of a conversation I'd had yesterday in which I was told (quite firmly) that I was wrong when I'd asserted that the British population had been asked about membership of the Common Market and I was that assured (rather aggressively) that the referendum in 1975 about the UK's continued membership of the common market never took place. Even though it did and it is .
What can you do when someone flatly refuses to accept factual evidence?
There was also talk of Brexit. there is talk of little else on the radio these days. It seems that the consensus of opinion (amongst those who know about this sort of thing) is that no deal will be reached between the UK and the EU before the deadline for the UK's leaving is reached. Most people with any vested interest in the matter are preparing for the UK to "bomb out" of the EU next March. However the politicians being interviewed seemed to feel that a "no deal" status would be an incredibly temporary position as having a deal is in everyone's interests. Everyone was of the opinion that finding themselves with no international trading deals, the EU and the UK would very quickly cobble something workable together.
If that actually is plausible, why is the UK farting about wasting three years before actually implementing the departure?
I got to work. I did my bit. At tea break I scoffed a chocolate croissant that the boss had brought in. Work wasn't too bad today - but what with the vagaries of my shift system today had been the fifth consecutive day I'd been at work. Whilst most people work five consecutive days every week, I find that rather hard these days.
I came home and hunted for somewhere to park. The council's "Create" festival was taking place in the park today and some idiot at the council had made a rather serious mistake on the map they'd drawn . If you used this map to get to the festival from the general direction of the Outlet centre (like hundreds of people would) you would find yourself wrongly directed up past my house to get there.
I got home to find an empty house - "er indoors TM" had taken the dogs out. I took the opportunity to have a little doze in front of the telly. I wasn’t feeling one hundred per cent.
They all came home; we had some dinnder, settled the dogs and set off out. I was in two minds about going out as was feeling iffy, but I’m glad I went out. Steve and Sarah gave us a lift down to Dover where Matt and James’s latest band “Short Circuit” were having their first gig. Playing songs from the eighties they were rather good. Mind you I did find myself biting my tongue; I’ve been following their bands for twenty years and I’ve always hollered “show us your tits” at Matt. Bearing in mind their new young lady singer I thought that might be a tad inappropriate (I can do tact, me).
Again, though I was amazed at how quiet the pub was (apart from the band and followers). Had the locals not come in because of the band? There weren’t many people who weren’t there as a friend of the band.
Matt (the lead singer of tonight’s band) once told me that getting in a band was the death knell of any pub – a last desperate attempt to get punter in. He may well be right…
I went to bed rather earlier than usual last night. I slept for three hours (or so) until new-next-door’s dogs had a woofing fit. That set Treacle off. By the time they’d all eventually shut up, Fudge woke, and he tried to join in.
I dozed fitfully after that; finally getting back to sleep just before the alarm went off.
Over brekkie I watched the third episode of “Trailer Park Boys: Out Of The Park”. It’s not as good as the original.
I then did my morning trawl round the Internet. It was much the same as ever. Those that weren’t squabbling were attention-seeking. And with no emails worth the electricity it took to send them I got ready for work in something of a sulk. Today is Canterbury Beer Festival. In years gone by I organized outings to that on the Friday afternoon (as it is free admission on the Friday afternoon). What with other plans for last weekend taking priority I’d rather forgotten that the beer festival was on today. Mind you, that was probably for the best – what with the expense of last weekend and the car’s recent episode I don’t really have a spare hundred quid to piss up a wall right now.
I set off for work; as I drove the pundits on the radio were talking to the parliamentary chief whip of the liberal democrats. in which some conservative MP broke his pairing arrangement with a liberal democrat MP. “Pairing” is a frankly ridiculous way to run a country. The law says that for a Member of Parliament to be able to vote they have to be physically present in the House of Commons when the vote is taking place. Obviously no one can be present for all votes, so what happens is that MPs chum up with someone who thinks the direct opposite to what they do. If both voted their votes would cancel out, so neither turns up, neither votes and everyone is happy. Except when one of the pair is off doing whatever and the other shows up at the House of Commons and votes.
Obviously the answer would be not to try to run a twenty-first century world by using an eighteenth-century way of government, but is there any room for common sense in Parliament?
I got to work and had a rather busy day. Far busier than I would have liked. As I left to come home I popped into Marks and Spencer (one has recently opened at work) and got myself some posh dinner as "er indoors TM" was off out on her works Beano this evening.
I came home and took the hounds round the park. Today our walk was utterly uneventful. Mind you it was raining. Rain! We’ve had something of a heatwave recently – there are those who love it; I’ve had enough of being far too hot now.
With walk done I fed the hounds, then after a quick shower I scoffed my Marks and Spencer posh dinner. It cost me ten quid and it was crap. I could have got twice as much food in a really good kebab for half the price.
As I scoffed I watched the first episode of “”. It was billed as a Netflix original comedy – I’m glad the write-up said it was a comedy as I wouldn’t have known otherwise. But not wanting to utterly dismiss it out of hand I watched more as I ironed my shirts. I wish I hadn’t.
I then watched some of the Epic Tales of Captain Underpants. That was better, But not much…