After a week or so of
reasonable sleep I was wide awake at 4am, and watching episodes of
"Family Guy" by 6am. Some episodes of that show are
really amusing and entertaining; today's (in which Stewie
attempted to murder Santa) was just lame.
And so, after a really
good Christmas break, it was back to work. As always I listened to
the radio on my way there. For all that the show often winds me up, I
do like the morning's radio show as it makes me think. Even if I
disagree with it.
Today's morning
news,current events and discussion show had a guest editor (they do
that over the Christmas break) and consequently the show was
absolutely terrible. I can't actually remember anything worthy of
note being on the program. Instead they concentrated on what I can
only describe as "leftie-hippy-ism" with far too much
hippie singing and too much bad poetry.
The show was so dire that
I actually turned the radio off.
Yesterday afternoon I saw
that a new geocache had gone live in the Canterbury area. In Ashford
the things are hunted down like wild animals. In Canterbury no one
really bothers chasing First to Find. This morning over brekkie I saw
the thing was still waiting to be found for the first time, so I set
off a little early to see if I could get a cheeky FTF before work
The cache was in
Harbledown. I found Harbledown easily enough, but it was at this
point that my sat-nav app gave up the ghost and refused to do
anything. Three or four re-boots seemed to achieve nothing, so I
asked locals for directions to Duke's Meadow. No one had heard of the
place. I drove about for a bit, and was on the point of giving up
when sat-nav burped and told me I was one hundred metres from my
destination.
I could see where I was
supposed to be; and I plodded through a swamp to get there. I solved
the small puzzle, and found that my final target wasn't too far away.
So I swam through more swamp, and braved jungle before finally
getting to my prize. FTF - my fifty-fifth FTF, and my first on a
multi-cache.
I would have done a
little celebratory victory dance if not for the fact that I was ankle
deep in sloppy muddy leaf litter.
Back to the car, where I
scraped off the worst of the mud. By now I was running a little short
of time so rather than going to a supermarket I stopped at the little
corner shop in Martyr's Field for the makings of lunch. I asked them
if they had any fruit. The chap behind the counter looked blankly at
me. I tried being more specific; the fellow had no idea what bananas
were, but he had heard of apples. He didn't sell them though.
From his attitude you
would think I'd asked if he sold anthrax or firearms; he seemed so
shocked to be asked for fruit.
Once at work I did my bit
whilst looking out of the window. After ten days of storm-ridden
holiday today I was at work looking out at glorious sunshine. Once
dried I brushed most of the mud off of my trousers and did my bit
until my bit was done.
I came home to find Rab C
Nesbit was on the telly. I like him...
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