I
was making the most of an opportunity to have a bit of a lie-in this morning
when Treacle dabbed me awake to proudly show me the socks she’d just stolen
from my sock drawer. She seemed so pleased with herself. I recaptured my socks
and got up.
I
sparked up my lap-top to look at the Internet. Nothing much had changed
overnight really, which was probably not a bad thing. There is talk of an
outing to one of the panic rooms in Canterbury; I’d be interested in that.
Mid-week would be good as things like that tend to heave at the weekends.
Being
on a late shift I took the dogs for a walk straight after brekkie. Our standard
walk round the park is *so* much
easier during the school holidays. We weren’t bothered by normal people
anywhere near as much as we sometimes are. There was a minor incident when a
Nepalese woman ran in terror from Treacle;’ so many of the Nepalese seen to be
terrified of dogs. We chased a squirrel up a tree, and we had a chat with
OrangeHead who was having a rant that the gate to the co-op field has been
padlocked shut. Personally I see that as a good thing. There is still
pedestrian access, but the gate being shut means cars can’t drive in there.
We
came home and met new-next-door who
was just going out. We had a chat. He is in the throes of digging up his
kitchen floor and he’s found a manhole cover under it. He was surprised to find
that a manhole cover for the main sewer had been blocked like that. I wasn’t
surprised; the people who built the conservatory-kitchen blocked that up about
ten years ago. New-next-door went off
on one about how blocking the drains was illegal; all I could say was that I
agreed with him, but this had been an argument between the people in the house
(four or five residents ago) and the
water company. I suggested he fought with them; he laughed,
I
watched the second half of yesterday’s episode of “Orange is the new black”, settled the dogs and set off out.
As
I drove off "Women's Hour"
on the radio was talking about how "coercive
control" was now an offence and was discussing the matter in very
great and very depressing detail. I turned over to my awful choice in music and
howled all the way to Allington where I planned to test out my new geo-app.
There
is a geocache in Allington which required me to visit three separate locations,
get some information, and from the dates I found I had to calculate the final
location of the concealed sandwich box. The app worked reasonably well, even if
I didn't find what I was looking for. I think I might have got one of the
puzzles wrong; if any of my loyal readers know when the deepest floods occurred
at Allington lock, please let me know.
Mind
you I did test the thing successfully on the way back to the car even if I did
(at first) find a bag of dog poo
rather than the cache.
All
I need to do now is figure out how to sort my trackables and I will be laughing
(or giggling hysterically). I've
emailed the bloke who made the app. I wonder if he will reply?
I
got to work and had a rather busy late shift; I didn't like that.
Meanwhile,
Gertie, Laura and Snorloc seem to be doing well. As well as cucumber and foliage,
they have had soil added to their home.
The
fortunate molluscs !!
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