One positive thing of
having done two night shifts is that I then sleep like a log. However I did
spend much of the night wracked in extremely worrying dreams in which a
geo-friend had become a mass-murderer; his modus operandi was to shove a
trumpet up the bum of his victim and play brass band music to kill them (as if a trumpet up the bum wasn’t lethal
enough). I wonder if I should tell him about this. Or if not him, maybe a
psychiatrist?
My piss boiled as I
looked at Facebook over brekkie. Due to the wonders of technology invading your
personal space, my Facebook feed usually features adverts for anything I’ve
looked at on the Internet. Today I saw several adverts for sturdy gazebos. One
piqued my interest; the advert clearly said fifty-three quid, but when you
clicked on the link it said over seventy quid.
I’ve reported the
advert as a misleading scam but I doubt anything will come of it.
I got myself and the
dogs organized, and we set off for a little adventure. As we drove up the
motorway the pundits on the radio were still talking about the moves afoot to
form a new political party. However these moves have hit a snag. It turns out
that none of those people who don’t agree with the Labour or the Conservative
parties’ policies don’t agree with each other either.
We made our way to the
car park in Oldbury Wood, and it wasn’t long before our friends joined us.
Earlier in the week a new series of geocaches had gone live in these woods and
I’d asked if anyone fancied coming out with me and my hounds to hunt them down.
Eight of us (four humans and four dogs)
had a rather good walk… I say *walk*
- little Rocket was carried. He’s only a very small puppy and so was in the
pup-papoose for the whole way.
Oldbury Woods are
rather pretty – it was a shame that when we started the rain was persistent,
and it got heavier as we walked. I would think those woods would be rather
pretty in the sunshine. Mind you just lately it has been so hot and so sunny
that we all agreed that one wet day wasn’t such a bad thing.
As is usually the case
our route was prescribed by a series of geocaches. There were only a dozen… *only* a dozen. They weren’t the easiest
to find. Whilst some were straight-forward, some took an age to uncover, and
one eluded us entirely. I’ve always said that people who hide geocaches fall
into two camps – those who want their caches found, and those who don’t. I
think today’s were hidden by someone subscribing to the second theory.
That’s not to say
anything against the series… Someone had clearly put in a lot of time and
effort to create today’s little geo-series. It gave us a good outing for which
I am very grateful. I can imagine on a dry day the challenge of the trickier
hides would be fun. However when the water has got to your pants, patience
tends to evaporate. But despite the rain we had a good walk. Walking with
friends is always fun; it is good to catch up – and I took
a few photos too.
We said our goodbyes
and went our different ways. I took the dogs home, had a bite to eat, settled
the hounds and set off to Margate.
For the last couple of
years "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" has been banging on about starting her own
business. Whilst I’ve thought it a good idea in theory, in practice I’ve
probably taken a “yeah whatever” line.
But I was wrong. She’s acquired a corner shop in Margate. However her stock
room was running low, and what with Sam having pranged their car at the
weekend, getting supplies was problematical. So – Daddy to the rescue. Or (more accurately) Daddy’s car to the
rescue.
The trip round the cash and carry was quite the adventure; "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" only destroyed one melon, but
(to be fair) when he destroys
something, he doesn’t do any half-measures.
We then took the supplies back to the shop where (hopefully) they will be snapped up by
the masses. I then had a little nosey round the shop and round the flat above
the shop. The shop looks quite the Aladdin’s cave. The flat has promise. It
looks something less than perfection at the moment, but flats always do when
you move in.
The long-term plan is that the business will be such a
success that I will be able to retire to a life of luxury courtesy of the most
recent fruit of my loins.
Here’s hoping.
Home again (through
the torrential rain). Once home I got out the shears an gave myself a haircut,
then fell asleep in front of the telly.
"er indoors TM" boiled up burger
and chips, and we then slobbed in front of the telly with a dog apiece. You can
tell when Fudge has had a good walk – he gets soppy in the evening.
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