Up with the lark for the
weekly weigh-in. No weight loss this week, but no weight gain either.
I then spent a bit of time with the astro club accounts over a spot
of brekkie. The bank statement had arrived, and it's always fun
trying to make my guesstimates of expenditure agree with what the
bank reckons we have. It;'s at times like that when I'm glad I count
the club funds down to the penny on a regular basis. And check it.
Twice.
I then wrote myself a
cheque for several hundred quid of club funds to reimburse myself for
the banners (just need to cajole other signatories to sign their
lives away), and I helped myself to thirty quid (£28.99)
for the ink cartridges. Constellation games don't print themselves,
you know.
Flushed with success
after yesterday's geocaching I then hid a geocache of my very own and
logged it with geocaching dot com. I'm reliably informed that it can
take up to a week before new caches get listed, so I have little
option but to wait patiently. There's no denying that I am rather
impatient for it to go live; I'm intrigued to see how many visits it
will get.
We then drove round to
the Fudgery to collect the entourage, and we went for a day trip to
Howlett's zoo. Not cheap to get into, but a free pass and season
tickets made the day much more affordable. I wound littlun up with
takes of Woozles, Patagonian ants and Australian chicken-eagles, and
we had a great time. We even got to see the Honey Badger; which is a
beast we rarely get to see. A picnic in the sunshine, a day with
family. Can't be bad. And (as always) there's photos of the
day out on
the Internet.
And so to Folkestone for
an anniversary party. I took along some Polish lager and developed
quite a taste for the stuff. The subject of my latest craze came up;
and (totally by chance) I'd seen there was a cache not far
away, so I took the Hose Beast and the Bat in search of it. And then
in search of four more. There was a minor incident when sliding down
the hills (that were too steep to walk down) when the Bat
ripped the arse out of his trousers. I did laugh.
And once cached out we
returned to base for more Polish lager, and chatting until the early
hours.....
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