When I’m not working I seem to have
developed a habit of getting up, watching telly for an hour in the middle of
the night, and then going back to bed again. I did that last night and probably
had a better two sleeps than when I stay in bed all night long.
I got up properly at half past seven
this morning and as I scoffed brekkie "er indoors TM"
was running round with the Hoover. I had planned to do that later in the day,
but she saved me a job. As I scoffed brekkie I found myself reading some utter
claptrap on the Internet about how the Bible supposedly prophesied
all sorts of stuff. This sort of nonsense would be far more
entertaining if people saw it for the comedy and the piss-take it really is
rather than the crackpot nonsense that their addled superstitions frighten them
into thinking might be.
I took the dogs on a walk round the park. As we walked we
met other dogs. Some were playful, some were not. For once the people with dogs
that weren’t to mix with other dogs had the sense to have yellow harnesses so
you could see at a distance to keep away from them. I wish more people took
notice of the
Yellow Dog scheme; we’d have a lot less “episodes” if they did.
We had an embarrassing five minutes near the swings when
Fudge disappeared. It is odd how he goes forward at a snail’s pace but can go
in any other direction at warp speed. We eventually found him bothering other
dogs a few hundred yards away. Such a shame that OrangeHead’s posse had to
witness his disgrace.
As we came past the allotments in William Road I noticed
something odd. There was no overpowering scent of “funny fags” today. I walk past there five times a week and there is
usually a distinctive aroma of “herbal
cigarettes”. I can’t help but wonder if smoking them is compulsory for
allotment-eers and if they grow the stuff on-site. But today – nothing.
We were almost home when I saw something that boiled my
piss, There was a bus coming up the road. There was a chap ten yards from the
bus stop hurrying to it as fast as he could; waving and shouting. I watched the
driver of the bus deliberately look away from this chap and drive past leaving
him not five yards from the bus stop. I stopped and chatted with the fellow; he
is disabled and clearly couldn’t sprint to the bus stop. Fortunately I’d
noticed that the bus’s registration was GN09 ANU. I told him so and suggested
he put in a formal complaint. I have done so, not that Stagecoach seemed very
interested. They told me that since it wasn’t me that missed the bus I can go
mind my own business.
Once home I managed to pin Treacle down to apply her
anti-flea treatment. Fudge doesn’t mind the stuff; Treacle hates it. And with
dogs treated I went into the garden and spent some time repairing the carnage
left yesterday by the nice people from the water board. It was a shame they
couldn’t have left our garden as they’d found it. And what had they done to the
yard? Earlier in the year I spent some time pressure-washing it. I had a go
with broom and scrubbing brush but I’m going to need to get the pressure-washer
out again to clear the mess they made. And did they need to leave *quite* so many shit-encrusted rubber
gloves laying about the place?
I then had a quick review of my fishing gear to make a list
of exactly what I needed from the tackle shop. Every time I go fishing I
realise I am in need of whatever I need. Every time I go to the tackle shop I
buy floats and hooks and weights but not what I actually need.
I settled the dogs and went to the co-op to get some cash.
As always I told the machine I wanted a receipt, and as always it didn’t give
me one.
My original plan for today was to go on a preliminary
look-see round the Godinton – Great Chart area to plan for hiding a new series
of geocaches, but given the opportunity to go out with friends hunting for the
things I changed my plans. Six of us (and
four dogs) had a rather good wander around the High Halden area rummaging
in hedgerows as we went. For all that it is only a few miles away today’s walk
took me to places I have never been before. Such beautiful fields and farms and
woods so close to home.
Geocache-wise it was an excellent outing; most of the hides
were straightforward, but with fun containers. Billed as an hour and a half’s
walk we must have taken our time as we were walking for over two and a half
hours.
We ended up at The Chequers pub where we had a pint, then
most people went their various ways. Tracey and I stayed and had a rather good
bit of lunch, then wandered over the road where a geo-meet was about to start.
This was only the fourth one I’ve been to in six months; I really should get
back into going to these meets.
I
took several photos while we were out today. Once home I zoomed the dogs round
the park before the rain started (we
didn’t get *that* wet) then showed the photos to the Internet.
"er indoors TM" came home with a
ton of shopping (she does that) and
set to boiling up a rather good bit of dinner (she does that too).
I think I caught the sun today…
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