Over brekkie I watched an
episode of "Dad's Army" which the SkyPlus box had
recorded for me. There's something odd about the way in which the BBC
is currently broadcasting "Dad's Army". Two weeks
ago they showed the pilot episode. Last week was the last episode
ever. Today was the second episode. So much for continuity.
The plan for today had
(for some time) involved a family trip to the zoo. But with
most of the family having forgotten the plan, backup plans came into
play. "er indoors TM" is doing a
rather serious sponsored walk next weekend, and she took advantage of
fitting in an extra practice run. I didn't much fancy that, so as she
set off with "Furry Face TM" I did
my own thing.
Yesterday we had the
county cacher's meet. I'm in the frame to be hosting the one in
August so I sorted out a venue for a summer picnic, and also did the
first trial run for a little geo-stroll to go with the August picnic.
The summer picnic will be
a picnic in a field. Absolutely no facilities whatsoever; just a
field and whatever the punters want to bring along. The cache walk
I've devised to go along with it seems a pleasant enough one; I shall
sent the route to the reviewer and just check I'm not taking people
where they are not supposed to be. I'm pretty sure its all OK, but
I've thought that before.
I came home via Asda
where I heard they had cheap pressure washers. They did; but Asda's
home brand ones. I didn't fance one of those. Instead I went to
Wickes and got a Karcher one. Sometimes it's worth paying a little
extra. You can get accessories for teh Karcher ones.
I then mowed the lawn and
pressure washed some of the back garden. Our Whelan's windmill didn't
survive. "er indoors TM" will lay
an egg when she finds out.
I then started doing some
of the geo-admin for the morning's walk. But with only two cache
hides left to register, geocaching dot com crashed on me.
With most of the
afternoon gone and "er indoors TM"
still twelve miles from her intended goal I decided to forage for
tea. I foraged in the direction of the kebab shop. It was rather hard
work. All I wanted was meat and chips. Is that so hard to understand?
Did I want pickles? Did I want salt and vinegar? Did I want curry
sauce? Did I want chilis? After shouting "JUST MEAT AND
CHIPS" for the umpteenth time the two-thumbed assistant (he
actually had two thumbs on his hand) stopped trying to foist
unwanted stuff on to me.
I scoffed my kebab and
chips whilst watching "Clockwise"; a film with John
Cleese. I don't remember having seen it before, but some parts of it
seemed vaguely familiar.
The phone rang. It was my
brother. Someone had visited, and claiming to know a thing or two
about computers they'd trashed my nephew's laptop beyond redemption.
As I've told my brother so many times he and my nephews cannot break
it, but letting so-called experts fiddle with it *will* break
it. After an hour or so we got the thing working again. When I said
*don't* download dodgy software I rather hoped they would take
that sage advice.
I then watched "The
Great Escape". A quality film; I've seen it so many times...
"er indoors TM" still isn't home.
The house seems empty without my dog...
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