1 August 2018 (Wednesday) - Field Trials
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 !!