After a bit of a late
night last night I slept right through until aafter 6am this morning.
"Furry Face TM" was fast asleep
as I watched the last episode of "Revolution". I
say "last episode"; it was the last episode on the
SkyPlus box. There's a whole second season to be watched somewhere.
There's also a fourth season of "Game of Thrones"
somewhere that I'd like to see as well.
With a little time on my
hands I solved a geo-puzzle. This one is in the general vicinity of
where I plan to be walking in a few days time (weather
permitting). I also failed to solve half a dozen other
geo-puzzles from the same area too. Maybe we might see them as we
walk by; it wouldn't be the first time I've found geocaches by pot
luck.
I then fiddled about with
AVG's PC tune-up to see if I could get my lap-top to work a little
better; the poor thing wasn't top of the range when I got it, and it
is struggling more and more these days, with various windows freezing
and not responding with annoying regularity. AVG's PC tune-up found
several thousand problems which it offered to fix for me; and in a
fit of foolish bravado I let it do its thing. Let's hope for the best
here.
WIth laundry put on the
line I spent an entertaining few minutes listening to the neighbours
arguing. I say "arguing"; she was shrieking and he
was shouting "I hate you". They do that a lot.
Mind you, for all that I
sometimes wonder about the chap's state of mind and don't really like
the way she publically blanks me, the two of them are a distinct
improvement on the fundamentally evil pair who lived there before.
We then put the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and went for a
little walk. Parking the car in the general vicinity of Bobbing (near
Sittingbourne) we walked for about five miles round the
"Fruitcake's Follies" series of geocaches. Some were
easy to find, some tricky. One in particular was in an "unusual
container" ; from the previous finder it was obvious what
that container was. Interestingly the person writing the spoiler in
his log hadn't actually signed to say he'd actually found the thing.
As we walked "er indoors TM"
scoffed chestnuts; in fact she was so intent on scoffing chestnuts
she didn't realised she'd left her handbag at one of our stops.
It was a good little
walk. I say "little"; at five miles it's probably
more than many people would consider little; realistically me
included at the moment. It's been several weeks since I last did what
I would call a "decent" walk.
As always I took one
or two photos of our walk.
We came home and had a
cuppa. "My Boy TM" visited with a
present for his old Dad. He brought me three French sticks. He'd
found a bargain somewhere and remembered how much I like the stuff.
He's a good lad.
I then had a little
sax practice. My dog didn't like it very much.
And with a rather good
bit of tea scoffed and "er indoors TM"
off to lob bowling balls at unsuspecting pins I ironed shirts whilst
watching "Jeeves and Wooster"...
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