Last night as I turned the lap-top off
it told me it had some updates to install. I told it to “update and shut down”. I always make this mistake. “Update and shut down” means “do half the job” And so when I came to turn it on this morning
the thing was effectively useless for fifteen minutes whilst it finished
updating.
It finally sorted itself out, and over
some toast I had a look-see into cyber-space.
Lots of people were posting about their
latest runs and jogs. Am I the only person who has not taken up running
recently?
I had an email from Geocaching HQ. They
were touting some rather silly idea about trying to do something with the “geocaching friends” feature of their
website. It is a bit like “Facebook
Friends” but doesn’t actually do anything. Geocaching HQ really do need to
sort themselves out. For a hobby which relies on state-of-the-art satellite
technology they really are in the dark ages. Anyone trying to actually hunt out
Tupperware using their software soon gives up and uses third-party stuff which
actually does the job which theirs cannot. Why on Earth are they farting around
with a “geocaching friends” when they
could be sorting out their own software so’s I don’t have to pay GSAK and
Project-GC to be able to do the hobby for which I am already paying Geocaching
HQ.
"Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
sent a text - "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
was under the weather and they wouldn’t be coming for a dog walk. But my pups
were itching to get out.
The weather was against us; you know the
weather is bad when the joggers have umbrellas, but rain doesn’t seem to bother
dogs.
We had a rather embarrassing episode as we
walked. As we went from Bowens Field to Viccie park a six (ish) year old simpleton jumped out from behind a dustbin screaming
at us; presumably in an attempt to make us jump. I had no idea who this child
was, or what was going through his mind. But he put the fear of God up the
puppy and she bit him. It was at this point that the mother appeared and told
her child he shouldn’t be jumping out at strangers. The brat seemed none the
worse from having been fanged. I think he saw it as an occupational hazard.
The rest of our walk was relatively uneventful
after that.
I got in my car, and after having driven
for twenty yards an enormous lump of yellow bird crap dropped from the sky onto
my windscreen. Fortunately the heavy rain washed it off. I'd spent enough time yesterday shifting bird
dung from the car; I didn't want to do it again.
I drove round to Matalan; I've been
throwing out old pairs of trousers recently; I really needed to replace some of
them. I got a couple of shirts too. When they went through the till the prices
that came up were in every case cheaper than that on the price tags. I kept
quiet.
I then drove up the motorway. As I drove
there was an article on the radio about current views in feminism. I don't want
to give offence, but they were interviewing a looney. Apparently to be a "proper feminist" these days it is
not enough to be an angry woman; you have to be of an ethnic minority too. For some reason that I really couldn't
understand, white Caucasian feminists are seen to be counter-productive to the
entire feminist movement. White feminists were twice told to f... off (live on Radio Four between 11am and 11.30am!) And, far
from being a role model, having a female Prime Minister was perhaps the worst
thing that could ever have happened to feminism.
Go figure!
I went to Aylesford Aquatics to get some
chemicals to help clear the water in the garden pond; now the pergola is in
place we should be able to get clearer water. I had a little chuckle when I
looked in the farm shop by the aquatic centre. They were selling garden
ornaments. Clearly ones they'd got from Whelan's in Sheerness (I recognised them) but were charging
double Whelan's prices. I've often remarked on how cheap Whelan's stuff is; Holtwood
farm shop is clearly profiteering from them. I wonder if I might go to Whelan's
myself, load up the car with their finest, and sell the stuff at a boot fair at
a profit.
Yesterday I mentioned I couldn't find a
geocache in Ayelsford. I'd since been given inside information on exactly where
it should have been. I went back and it wasn't where is was supposed to have
been, so I replaced it (I'm helpful like
that).
From the cache to work was a route which
would take me past McDonalds, so a Happy Donald (as "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" would say) made for a good lunch. And as I
was in the area I stopped off at Aylesford's cheapo-bargain shop for dog
biscuits for next week's fishing trip.
And so to work. As I pulled up in the
car park my phone beeped with a job offer. In the Orkney Islands. I deleted it,
and right away I had another message from HM Passport Office to say my new
passport is in the post.
I then went to work.
I quite like the late start as I get so
much done in the morning. Can't say I'm keen on the late finish though...
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