I felt like death warmed up this morning. What was that all
about? I heaved my carcass out of my pit and fed laundry to the washing
machine, put what I *thought* was all
the still-to-be-washed stuff back into the laundry basket then set about
brekkie. As I scoffed I saw the dogs were playing a rather vigorous game of tug
o’ war with one of "er indoors TM" best socks. As
she unleashed whoop-ass on the hounds I kept quiet as to how they might have
got hold of that sock whilst I looked at the Internet.
Not much was happening on Facebook, but I had an email. A
few days ago I complained to my councillor about the ineffective street
lighting up our road. This morning she emailed me to say that the
responsibility for street lighting is shared between the local and the county
councils and she will have words with both. I wonder if she will? Mind you I
didn’t think I’d get a reply at all, and she didn’t tell me to go get bent (like the bus people did yesterday) so
here’s hoping.
Talking of the bus people – they got in touch this morning
as well. The chap who had been left behind by the bus yesterday had made a
complaint himself and had cited me as a witness for the prosecution, and the
bus people asked if I was happy to give evidence. All a bit “Crown Court” really…
I got the leads on to the dogs; as always it took some
doing. Fudge generally is too over-excited at the thought of a walk to sit
still to have his lead put on, and Treacle just fidgets. Once out we went up
the road barking at pretty much everything that moved and most of that which
didn’t. In Bowen’s Field each dog did more than its own bodyweight in dog-dung,
and in the park we alternately ran in terror from, tried to pork and tried to
fight with every other dog we met. And we met quite a few. I eventually got
home with something of a sense of relief. And wet feet. My old shabby trainers
had let the dew in, so as I hung out the washing the tumble-drier had a go at
my socks and trainers.
I settled the dogs, put on dry shoes and went for a little
drive. I collected "My Boy TM" and we drove out to
Bethersden to visit a fishing tackle shop. “Carper’s Den” is an odd
place. It caters for the specialist carp angler and (in my honest opinion) is rather over-priced, and somehow reeks of
desperation – how many shops offer a cup of tea to shoppers?
We left here and went to Angling
Direct (an old favourite)
where we got some baits, then went to the co-op for a sandwich, and then home
where I found that the postman had delivered my butt grips. I have high hopes
for the things for tomorrow’s fishing trip, even if they did get quite a bit of
disrespect when I posted a picture of them on Facebook.
I hung out washing, put more in to scrub, loaded my fishing
gear (and butt grips) into the car,
and then had something of a shock.
I thought I’d have a look at the website of “Carper’s Den”. I typed it
into Google and was told “You visited
Carpers Den on 31 August 2018 from 10:16 to 10:30.” This is true, but
whilst I was there my phone didn’t leave my pocket. Is the thing tracking my
every move? I was rather surprised to find that it is. I clicked on the “View in
Timeline” link and I was presented with a detailed itinerary of
my morning listing where I’d been and at what times, and a map showing where
I’d been. Yesterday’s map had our dog walks and my jaunt round High Halden
detailed. Tuesday and Wednesday’s maps showed my trips to work together with my
diversions for geocaches… in fact Google has a detailed record of my movements
going back to 17 May 2014.
I had no idea they were watching me like that. I wonder how
I can stop this monitoring of my movements… or if I even want it stopped. Mind
you, after a little fiddling about it seems that only me and Google can see
where I’ve been. If noting else it makes for interesting reading.
I scoffed a sandwich whist watching an episode of “Orange is the New Black” and seeing how
I’m on annual leave and I’m something of a traditionalist at heart I set about
doing the ironing. As I ironed I watched several more episodes of “Orange is the New Black”. It’s rather a
good show; drama, intrigue, suspense, with believable characters... but frankly
all is undermined by the ongoing gratuitous filth.
I also watched this week’s episode of “Krypton”; it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, which is a shame.
I then had a little sleep, then had a fight with the
geo-website. There is a magic app called GSAK which does pretty much everything
a geocacher would ever want (including
making the tea and feeding the dog) in the blink of an eye. Or that is it does pretty much everything (including making the tea and feeding the dog)
in the blink of an eye for everyone else. For me it seems to involve an awful
lot of farting round to end up with something massively inferior to what you
can get off the geo-website in a matter of seconds.
I’ve sadly come to the conclusion that I’m not part of the
in-crowd who is privy to the secrets of the thing (not that I’m paranoid).
"er indoors TM" is making banana
bread. I’ve got my eye on a bottle of wine…
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