I had a terrible night; whenever I finally managed to get
any of the duvet, the puppy would then start stomping all over me. I woke
feeling like death warmed up; seriously thinking about phoning work to say I
was taking the day off sick.
Over brekkie I looked at the Internet (as I usually do); not much had happened overnight. I didn’t think
much would have done.
I had a few emails; a friend had walked my series of
geocaches in Challock. One of them night be missing; the one furthest from any
road. I’m off work in a couple of weeks’ time. I might go have a look-see then.
And I had a confirmation email about getting our new smart meters from the
power company. I think it’s just a leccie meter; might be gas as well. We shall
see…
I took the dogs round the park for a walk. Once in Bowens
Field I let the dogs off of the lead, and Treacle ran straight out of the field
in pursuit of another dog. Had I not screamed at her she would have run
straight under a car. Why was she chasing another dog? She is terrified of
other dogs.
Pausing only briefly to be civil to OrangeHead the rest of
the walk was rather uneventful.
I set off to work rather earlier than I
needed to this morning. At the weekend Karl had mentioned that the Black Cat
brewery were selling gallon containers of stout for twenty quid. Last year I'd
bought some stout for Christmas, but I did leave it to the last minute.
Realistically most places would have sold out of the decent stuff five days
before Christmas, which is why I ended up with a five-gallon tub of oyster
stout (for seventy quid), and about half of it got thrown away. Five gallons
was a bit much, but at five days before Christmas it was that or nothing. I
thought I might be a little more sensible this year.
I soon found the brewery; it was right
next to the National Fruit
Collection in Brogdale. Who would have thought that the nation had a fruit
collection, let alone having it less than fifteen miles from my house?
Apparently they have three and a half thousand different sorts of fruit there.
I had a little think and couldn't come up with more than twenty.
Needless to say there was a geocache not
a hundred yards from the brewery...
I made my way to McDonalds (via another geocache) where I had a
rather good lunch of Chicken Select and chips which was marred only by the
curry dip. Usually I go for the sweet chili dip. Yesterday Sam had waxed
loquacious about the curry dip, so I tried it today. Never again!
From McDonalds to work is a short hop,
but on the way I stopped off. There is a puzzle geocache only a few hundred
yards from work. I've spent most of the last year straining my brain over it
and at the weekend (with a major bit of
help from Kim) I figured out the answer to the puzzle.
I went hunting for the cache today; I
couldn't find it. I don't think it is there. I think the recent building works
have done for it.
I eventually found a space in the works
car park, and I went in to a rather busy late shift. Such a shame the motorway
was closed when it was time for me to come home…
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