I wasn’t feeling on top
form last night; a decent kip might have helped. It was a shame that the puppy
decided to chew my elbow wanting to play at four o’clock. I lay awake fussing
the puppy for an hour or so then got up.
Over brekkie I watched
more of “The Mighty Boosh” then
sparked up my lap-top to see if anything of note had happened overnight.
Yesterday I mentioned
that some chap had found fault with the state of Viccie Park and had whinged
about the matter on Facebook. The whinging was still going on this morning; it
made for interesting reading, as does the entire Ashford
Kent Today Facebook group. It is amazing how
thick many of the people posting in that group are; reading the various posts
it seems that all the wrongs of the world are directly attributable to
Ashford’s council. Take the ongoing squabble about the lawn mowing in Viccie
Park. The discussion carried on about lawns in general, and several people
living in privately rented accommodation couldn’t understand that Ashford
council have no responsibility for the upkeep of privately rented places.
And these people are allowed
to vote…
I also had an email
from Ambrose Thomas who (apparently)
really liked the blog entry that I posted on the fourth of January this year.
And then he tried to get me to advertise gas powered pressure washers.
He can go whistle.
I was pleased to see it
was raining this morning; As I drove home yesterday I’d noticed that the car’s
windscreen was rather grubby; I thought that the morning’s rain could wash it
clean. And it did.
As I drove into
Sissinghurst I saw that the rain had stopped, so I too stopped. There is a
geocache there which is a little way off of the road, and with a few minutes
spare I thought I might hunt it out.
The thing was called “Up the Garden Path” and it entailed a
little walk through some rather pretty woodlands. As I walked I saw rabbits and
squirrels, and heard loads of birds singing. It really made for a good start
for the day.
The cache itself was a
different story… Fortunately there was a good hint given as to where the thing
was stashed; the given GPS co-ordinates were about twenty yards out. And the
thing was filled with rain water. I sorted out the cache as best I could, but I
can do nothing about dodgy co-ordinates. In a fit of foolish bravado I offered
to take the thing on. But the person who originally hid it hasn’t logged into
the geo-website for three years. Mind you the description did say she’d handed
on the responsibility for the care of it to someone else (who hasn’t logged on for six years).
I found myself in
something of a quandary. If I can make contact with whoever hid it I can take
the cache over and make it good. If I can’t then it remains a leaking plastic
sandwich box full of a sodden mess. But (on
reflection) it would be a leaking plastic sandwich box full of a sodden
mess which isn’t my problem.
I got back to my car
and as I drove on to work the pundits on the radio were interviewing some
woman. As I’d come into the interview half-way through I had no idea who or
what she was. But she boiled my piss. She was expounding some theory that all
email-sending apparatus should have some automatic device attached to it which
delays sending any email posted after 11pm until the next morning (as she doesn’t like being woken by her phone
when she gets emails in the small hours). The implication was that decent
people would be in bed at 11pm and so wouldn’t be interested in sending or
receiving emails.
I wonder if she’s ever
heard of the concept of a night shift?
I got to work… had a
rather busy day, and came home again (as
I do). "er
indoors TM"
did a rather good dinner of sausages egg and beans (five hundred calories) then set off to craft night. I sat with my
dogs and watched this week’s episode of “Gotham”.
It was…
It was probably rather
good; but watching the episodes one each week means I’ve completely forgotten
all that was going on in the last episode by the time I watch the next one. I
shall binge-watch it all on Netflix eventually… Mind you I was pleased to hear
the term “undercrackers” used by
Alfred.
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