I was up at seven o'clock
on a Sunday morning. What's that all about? It was a shame to wake
Fudge this morning, but to get to the loo I had no alternative but to
go past his bed. He looked as tired as I felt. Whilst I had a spot of
brekkie he continued chewing the plastic bottle he started destroying
last night. It's odd, but he seems to know what he can chew and what
he can't.
I spent a few minutes
doing on-line surveys. I do get angry with them in that more and more
these days they wait until you've done half the survey before they
tell up that you aren't the sort of person that they want.
I then thought I'd sit
outside to wait for my lift. Whilst waiting I got chatting with a
fellow geocacher until Steve and Sarah arrived, and then it was off
to Challock where the astro club was running a stall at the goose
fair. I was running the solar scope, and was extolling the virtues of
the sun (solar flares, prominences, sunspots) as opposed to
the moon (dull rocks and Wensleydale). It was a perfect day
for having the solar scope out; marred only by my lifting a small
child to help her see the sun only to find my hands left sticky for
the rest of the day. I'm not sure what that child had been up to, but
she was certainly on the adhesive side.
I then went for a tiddle,
and walked in to the loos to find a chap standing at the urinal with
his trousers and pants round his ankles as he tiddled; in a manner
not unlike how "My Boy TM" used to
tiddle when he was three years ago.
But (toilet antics
excepted) we had a good day talking astro stuff with the normal
people. Photos of the day are
on-line as always.
And so home. After a
quick bit of tea "er indoors TM"
set off bowling. I took Fudge for a short stroll to collect
catalogues from the masses. On the way home I did a crafty
multi-cache. Fudge did a crafty poo. I had to clear up both. Fudge
got the best of the deal...
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