On Saturday afternoon
whilst I tried to sleep all the family had gathered and were having a
barby. I went along for half an hour on the way to work, and then
left them all to it. Everyone else had an afternoon and an evening on
the beer and on the barby; I was there for half an hour and had a
glass of pop and a couple of burgers.
Talking to the first
fruit of my loin it seems that everyone else has been fine; I was the
only one to have spent most of yesterday running to the loo.
I was rather grateful
that for the duration of my twelve hour night shift last night I was
never more than twenty yards from the toilet. But there's no denying
that I wasn't looking forward to risking the drive home.
However things seemed to
have settled somewhat, which was for the best.
As I drove I saw
something you don't see very often these days; a hitch-hiker. I used
to hitch-hike myself in years gone by and will always offer a lift if
I am going where they want to go. I picked this lady up a couple of
miles outside of Canterbury and took her to the M20. She was hoping
to get to Epsom (of all places).
Once home I decided that
my innards had finally settled and so I thought I might go for a
walk. After all, it is not possible to explain dodgy guts to "Furry
Face TM" so we scrounged a lift with "er
indoors TM". I had a plan to get a lift
to the other side of town with her and then geo-stroll home past a
few new geocaches which had appeared over the last couple of weeks.
As luck would have it two new ones appeared on our route this very
morning. They went live just as we left the house.
Two First to Finds was a
nice bonus.
We made our way home via
three more caches; it might have been four but we were quite a long
way from home and my guts suddenly took a turn for the worse. So
rather than taking a diversion to the tip we came home through the
park where we meet Ralph the Pug.
Once home I put some
washing on to scrub, and over a bit of lunch I had a look at
everyone's photos on Facebook. As well as missing out on a family
barby on Saturday, I also missed the chance of a trip to the wicked
city yesterday.
Earlier in the year I was
asked to swap my weekends so's a colleague could go to a party. I
agreed; had I known what I was going to miss I wonder if I would have
been quite so willing to be helpful.
I spent the afternoon
snoring, and then solved a few geo-puzzles until "er indoors
TM" came home to cook my tea. I'm sure she
had other reasons for coming home, but I know what my priorities are.
and with "er indoors TM" off
bowling I spent the evening dozing on front of the telly.
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