My legs were a bit sore
this morning. I really must stop going for extended walks through
brambles wearing flimsy plimsolls and shorts and then wondering why
my legs get ripped to shreds and my feet are sore. There's no denying
that since I got involved with this geocaching lark, hardly a day has
gone by when I've not got jiggy with a stinging nettle.
Mind you I was pleased
with yesterday's excursion; even if I did get somewhat injured. I was
very happy to have found a path under the A2070, and mentally I've
been thinking up all sorts of walks into Aldington, Mersham and
Sevington. I called up the on-line
ordnance survey maps this morning to plan some routes and was
frankly amazed to find that this path I'd found yesterday wasn't
marked on the map. The path I followed from Willesborough to
yesterday's geocaching failure (through the brambles) was clearly
marked on the map, but the three metre wide bridleway we then
followed wasn't. Odd! I wonder how old the map is, or I wonder if
what looks like a right of way isn't what it appears to be. Still, I
can get across the dual carriageway safely and legally, which is the
main thing.
And then my piss boiled.
A couple of weeks ago I put out a geocache and had it turned down by
a moderator because the description I'd written contained a link to
my blog. He was worried that my blog might have links to websites
which might contain advertising. So I removed the link to my blog,
only to then find a myriad of other caches all of which were carrying
blatant advertising.
Yesterday I put out a new
geocache and spent quite a bit of time getting it all done. Today the
thing was turned down in its entirety because it was too close to a
nursery school. Despite there being a cache going live in the last
month which is actually stuck to the railings of a (different)
nursery school.
I don't mind being told
that I've made a mistake in my placement. I do mind the fact that
it's clearly one rule for some and a different rule for others.
My piss also boiled at
the
day's news. Not content with completely throwing away all their
pre-election promises, the dribbling democraps are seemingly now in
talks with the Labour party. Their plan - to desperately cling to
power after the next general election by abandoning their
con-servative partners and throwing their lot in with the Labour
party in another coalition. What must the Prime Minister be thinking
of his so-called allies?
Mind you, if the
electorate takes the trouble to remember their conduct immediately
after the last general election, the dribbling democraps share of the
vote will be slightly less than that of the Monster Raving Looney
party, and so these talks will prove to be ultimately futile.
And so home via the
petrol station. That stuff isn't as cheap as once it was. And whllst
all of this happened I had a rather uncomfortable time. The elastic
in my undercrackers had given out rather early in the day, and I
spent a large part of today hoiking the things up. I wonder if, in
this new world order of austerity, my budget will stretch to some new
pants...
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