Perhaps I scoffed too much yesterday
evening, perhaps it was the coffee at afternoon tea, or perhaps it was that
puppy again. But whatever it was, I didn't sleep very well last night. I gave
up trying to sleep at 5am, got up and as the puppy got comfortable where I had
been, I spent a very worrying ten minutes trying to find my dog. He was nowhere
to be found. I searched the bedrooms, behind the sofa, in the laundry basket. I
even went round the garden and into the shed. the more I searched the more
worried I became.
Eventually I discovered him (fast asleep) in his basket where he was
supposed to be. I don't really know why I didn't look there first.
Over brekkie I watched the most recent
episode of "Detectorists"
that the SkyPlus box had recorded, then set off to work.
As I drove there was an interesting
interview with an economist on the radio. This chap was saying that future
British fiscal policy will need to be conducted carefully bearing in mind that
as a nation we've deliberately decided to cripple our economy by opting to
leave the European Union. He was quite vocal on the matter, and presented quite
a bit of evidence which he claimed supported his position (not that I really understood it). He also implied that having done
something so stupid, the rest of the world is now watching to see what idiot
move we as a nation make next. I felt this wasn't perhaps the most balanced
view to take, but there it is. He sounded believable, and (as always) facts are never as important as perception. You can fool
all of the people all of the time provided you talk loudly and confidently.
There was also talk about genetic
engineering; a vital first step has been taken to remove
genetic disease from unborn babies. Who knows - generations yet unborn may
never suffer with cystic fibrosis or sickle cell disease.
The pundits on the radio were
interviewing an expert from the University of Kent. But the interview was
rather once-sided. It was embarrassing to listen to the ignorance of the radio
show's hosts when they asked the expert to sum up several years of
post-doctoral research into one easy-to-understand sentence.
I'd left home early to chase a First to
Find. A new geocache had gone live not a million miles from work. I thought I
might get a cheeky FTF. Interestingly the thing had gone live on Monday evening
and still no find had been logged. I had wondered why; that rarely (if ever)
happens. Finds are usually made within a couple of hours. Two days is unheard
of.
I got to where the sat-nav took me and
soon realized why this remained unfound. I found a flower box on a very busy
street corner. Even at 6.45am there were
endless passers-by who were looking very suspiciously at the stranger acting
oddly by the flower box. The hint for finding the cache was "In the flower box". *In* it? Seriously?
I could see that others had rummaged
about in the box. It had been somewhat trashed, with broken plants left in the
box and dead flowers scattered on the grass nearby. I had a cursory look-see
before logging a "Needs Archiving"
to protect the remaining plants.
Surely the reviewer should have thought
better about this before allowing this? Less than one minute on Google Street
View showed the location wasn't really suitable. Furthermore the chap who hid
this cache has never logged a find on any caches and (from what I can work out) is only thirteen years old.
I got to work for the early shift, and
spent the day sitting in front of a microscope alternately whinging about my aching
stomach and farting (when I felt I could
get away with it). But an early start made for an early finish.
Once home I took the dogs round the park.
The walk was progressing much the same as ever when a cyclist flew by. The
puppy did her usual thing of trying to race (she races all fast-moving things).
The cyclist deliberately kicked her.
I bellowed after the chap who
immediately speeded up. There’s
a photo of the fellow here just in case anyone might recognise him…
I mentioned the episode to other dog
walkers; some seemed to know of the chap. Apparently there is someone who
cycles through the park at 6.45am and 5pm who doesn’t like dogs. Part of me
wants to be waiting at the park at 6.45am tomorrow. Part of me wants to break
this fellow.
But…
Realistically I have no idea who he is;
I have a blurred photo of someone a hundred (or more) yards away. Were I to lay in wait tomorrow all I would do
would be to harangue some innocent passer-by.
It has been suggested I tell the police.
From bitter experience I know the police would be disinterested at best. They threatened
*me* with arrest when I complained to
them that a pervert was telling me about his sexual desires on my teenaged
daughter; they wouldn’t get off their arses for a dog.
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