Over a spot of brekkie an
email pinged up - two new geocaches had gone live locally. I say
"locally" - they were in Great Chart; which is only an
average dog walk away. Or, to qualify that statement, it's an average
walk for me and Fudge. I'm told that some might baulk at the idea of
walking that far.
But seeing how I was due
to leave for work within the hour I wouldn't walk it today. I hopped
into the car and off I went. The first cache I tried for was a
multi-one. It was a work of genius, but I think I stuffed the sums up
as the location seemed a long way off. As time was short I didn't
hang about but set off to the second one. With a difficulty setting
of three (rather hard) and a pile of ivy (never good)
my hopes weren't high but I found it after a few minutes. First to
Find; and I drove off to work feeling rather smug.
As I drove I listened to
the radio. The leader of the UK Independence Party was being
interviewed. And
was talking patent rubbish. From what I could work out the chap
was totally against the UK being in the European Union, but entirely
against Scottish independence. How does that work? How is Scotland
being free of the UK any different in priciple from the UK being free
of Europe?
Being on a late start I
popped into the Cheapo Bargains shop. I pulled up outside to find
three unshaven thugs in Cheapo Bargains uniforms smoking cigarettes
on the doorstep. I soon realised they were shouting at me so I got
out of the car to see what they wanted. They were very vociferous
about the fact that the shop wasn't yet open. So I smiled politely,
but they weren't happy. They insisted that I told them what the time
was, and added the proviso that it wasn't nine o'clock yet. I checked
the time - it was 8:57am. They were very pleased about that, and
crowed that the shop wasn't open until 9am in a rather
confrontational way. Just as their manager was coming out to see what
all the commotion was about I politely asked them if I might be
allowed to wait the two and a half minutes, or should I go over the
road to Morrisons.
With the door having been
opened by the manager I went in and left them to their richly
deserved arse-kicking.
Mind you, I do like the
Cheapo Bargains shop. As well as the entertainment provided by the
lowlife, they have some bargains. I got five curlywurlies for a quid.
Perhaps that's why my weight loss has stopped?
However not everything is
as cheapo as you might think. One hundred and fifty of their dog-dung
bags cost eighty nine pence. Exactly the same as two hundred and
fifty of their nappy sacks. And double the price of three hundred
nappy sacks in Asda. It pays to shop around.
And then on to work. As
it was now (demonstrably) after 9am the news show had finished on the
radio. They were now playing "Desert Island Discs"
in which some celebrity was choosing his eight favourite records. In
my humble (!) opinion he'd chosen some right old rubbish. But
it made me think. What eight records would I choose if I were on that
show. I don't know. I spent a little while today pondering, but came
to no real decision.
And so home. er
indoors TM" was out bit I found a bag of
parsnip crisps on the table. They'll do...
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