As I scoffed my toast I watched an episode of “The Young
Offenders” in which our heroes obtained a duck, and then an
episode of “Rocket City Rednecks” in which the rednecks made a drone
capable of lifting a person. It didn’t lift anyone very high, but if made for
entertaining viewing.
I then had a look at the Internet and saw that the
place where I used to work now has its own Twitter account, and was cross-posting
onto Facebook. How
times change… it wasn’t that long ago that just mentioning it on social media
was grounds for a disciplinary hearing. As I was handed a written warning I was
told that this was the official policy, and any mention of the place on social
media was actually bringing it into disrepute. Not that I’m bitter…
The plan for today had been to
walk around the top of Bluebell Hill. But the weather forecast hadn’t been
good, and so we’d cancelled our little scheme. Waking to torrential rain made
me think that perhaps this was for the best. I’d nearly fallen over (several
times) in the surface mud on a ten-minute walk round Aldington’s village
green yesterday and the overnight rain would only have made things more
slippery.
Such a shame.
I braved the wind and the rain
and went out to the garden to harvest the dog turds. A grim job, but when you
have dogs which crap as much as mine do, it is a job that needs doing. I raked
in three toilet-fulls. Some would see that as a result. I didn’t.
We settled the dogs and drove
out toward Margate. As we drove so the rain stopped and the sun came out.
We stopped off in Birchington
for geocachical reasons. On Friday a new geocache had gone live there, and this
morning still no one had logged a First to Find. We found the cache; two other
people had found it yesterday, but no one had actually logged the thing
on-line. There is a school of thought that feels you shouldn’t log a new cache
right away as this gives people the idea that they might be First to Find and
so people chase out after it.
There is another school of
thought which disagrees. I can see both sides of the argument.
We drove on into Westbrook where we spent the
morning with "Daddy’s
Little Angel TM". I spent much of the morning being ignored
by "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" and
trying to find the phone of the most recent fruit of my loin. She’d lost it. It
turned up where she’d left it, as it so often does.
At
mid-day we said our goodbyes, and as we drove away so the sky turned grey and
the rain started again. Feeling peckish we stopped off at McDonalds in
Whitfield, then drove up the A20 towards home. We got to Sellindge during a
break in the rain, so we had a little look for a geocache which hasn’t been
found for over two years. I must admit I’d had something of a prompt on this
one, so I had an inkling of where to look. I won’t say it was buried, but… We
found it. Another geo-resuscitation. Since I started hunting out these old
caches over the summer, I’ve now resuscitated over thirty.
We
then drove on to Tesco for some odds and ends. We thought we might try their
little gadget with which you scan all your shopping as you go; saving a lot of
farting around at the tills. It was a shame that they chose us for a random
check to make sure we’d scanned everything we were taking out of the shop. It
was even more of a shame that he implication was that we were the scum of the
Earth who couldn’t be trusted with the scanning gadget. I can see that people
might abuse this way of shopping, but I’ve never once had my purchases checked
at a self-service checkout. The principle is the same, and offence has been
taken. I’ve emailed Tesco’s complaints department to tell them so. I wonder if
they will reply? I suspect they might see this as the shallow attempt to get
some free money-off vouchers which it probably is.
We
arrived at Pets at Home just as the heavens opened again. Pausing only briefly
to get the dog food we’d forgotten at Tesco we came home. Once the rain eased
up we took the dogs round the park. Needless to say, the rain didn’t hold off.
Pogo
disgraced himself a couple of times on our walk. If he wasn’t trying to pick a
fight, he was trying to “do the conga as
only a dog can”. I wish he wouldn’t do either.
With walk done we came home to
dry out. A cuppa and a hot cross bun, then I took myself up to the attic for an
hour to add a graveyard to the parish church of St Gutsache. I had a rummage
round my minifigures trying to find a character who looked vaguely vicar-ish.
Over the years I’ve collected a lot of Lego minifigures, but all are specific
characters. There are very few “average people” characters. I found one
all in black that looked rather ecclesiastical, but on reflection it looks like
Severus Snape out of Harry Potter.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good pizza for tea; we scoffed it whilst watching the 2005 re-make of “The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”.
I’ve seen it before; it’s not a bad film. Actually it’s a really good film. But
being a film version of a TV series which was an adaptation of the book of a
radio series, I’d seen (heard and read)
it all before…
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