I've been sleeping a
little better recently during my little holiday. But not that much
better really, and now the holiday is over it really is back to
"business as usual". I went to bed at 11pm last night and
after a rather vividly disturbing nightmare involving a lego train
and a First to Find (don't ask) I found myself wide awake at
3am. I lay awake until finally giving up and getting up at 4.45am.
Fudge had made himself a little nest on the sofa and was absolutely
dead to the world. He opened one eye lo look at me and he raised one
leg so I could rub his tummy, and he went back to sleep. I washed up
(dull), checked emails (little had happened overnight)
and set off to work over half an hour earlier than usual.
Being on a mission to log
a geocache find every day this month is tricky; especially when one
has found all of the local caches. However the cache map showed there
were three near Perry Wood; which wasn't more than a few miles out of
my way on the morning's trip to work. As I drove I thought it would
be a lovely morning for a walk. I followed the instructions of the
sat-nav and as I parked at the designated car so the rain started.
Just a shower, but enough to be disheartening. Fortunately the rain
stopped as quickly as it started. I set up the geo-app and soon found
my target three hundred yards away. As I walked back to the car I
realised I would be walking past another cache. Or that is I was
walking past where someone had once hidden one. I don't think it was
there any more. I couldn't find it and neither could the previous
person to look for it.
When I got back t the car
I realised that my next cache target (for my next working day) was
less than two hundred yards away, so I took five minutes to suss out
the lay of the land. I'll get that cache next time. Unless
circumstances change, that "next time" will be on
Saturday morning.
I had a wry smile at
the news today - a relatively local old lady has taken to wearing
a colander on her head to protect herself from seagull attacks. It
would seem that the feathered fellows are getting more and more
aggressive. Pundits on the radio had various suggestions as to why
this might be. The current hot spell, a cold winter, all sorts of
suggestions were raised. I wonder if it is in any way connected to
the advent of wheelie bins in parts of Kent? Several people have
commented that now that black bags are not being used, seagulls
aren't scattering rubbish everywhere in their quest for food. Perhaps
the gulls are just hungry?
And so to work. Back in
the day I would have had a backlog of managerial catching up to do.
Today I just did my bit, and came home again. Dull, but dull isn't
always bad. At least the seagulls near me were behaving themselves...
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