Yesterday I sorted through the
Lego job lot I got a month or so ago. Whilst there was a lot of good stuff in
there, there was also a load of custom-built shapes designed specifically for
the kit from which they came, and not really any good to me. There were also a
lot of roof bricks with various stickers making them also rather useless.
Altogether I got a bucketful of bits that I didn’t want, and stuck them on
several Facebook selling sites to see if they would sell. Asking for a tenner
was a tad cheeky really, and when a friend said she was keen, I just gave them
away and marked the advert as “sold”.
This morning some fourteen hours
later the moderators of “Ashford Selling Site” approved and published
the advert.
Whilst perusing Facebook this
morning I saw there had been an earthquake. An ex-colleague who lives very
close to Gatwick airport said his whole house shook this morning. You don’t
expect earthquakes at Gatwick, do you?
Also whilst perusing Facebook I
was inundated with adverts for the book and DVD of “Ender’s Game”. I
mentioned that yesterday, didn’t I? Big Brother is watching me!
I wandered up the road to the
railway station and got my ticket to London. I asked the chap on the counter
when the next train to London was going; he looked me in the eye, turned around
and drank his cup of tea.
And friends who work on the
railway wonder why the railway staff are held in such low regard by their
customers…
Once on the train I found a copy
of “The Metro” and did most of the crossword. It kept me out of mischief
until I got to Charing Cross where I met Karl. Together we hopped onto the
underground and went to South Kensington from where we went for a little wander.
As we went we found some
Tupperware and did some geology homework as you do. We even totally failed to
do some algebra, but that error was soon rectified. Over a pint of lunch I realised
that forty minus one is thirty-nine and not thirty-two. Getting the numbers right
is quite important in a game which depends entirely on having the longitude and
latitude spot-on. In my more sane moments I have a degree in mathematics(!)
There are some rather posh
houses in Kensington you know. And the roads – how wide are they?
We walked round Holland Park and
Hyde Park. Can you believe that there is a thousand-pound fine for letting your
dog off of a lead there?
We found a rather good pub in Bayswater
where we had a pint of Welsh ruby ale, and then a pint of local stout with a
burger. And what a burger – with bacon, fried egg and black pudding in it.
We had a vague plan for a route
for today, but in retrospect perhaps we’d been a tad ambitious. We cut the
route short. Mayfair, Millbank and Pimlico can wait until next time.
We got back to South Kensington
just as the rush hour was starting. We said our goodbyes at the Embankment, I found
an Evening Standard, and rather failed at its crossword on the way home.
London was good; I took
a few photos.
I got home just at the same time
as "er indoors TM". We got the illuminated collars on to
the dogs and walked them round the park. The illuminated collars were quite a
success; I
video-ed them.
With dogs walked we had a spot
of tea and watched last week’s episode of “The Orville” which was rather
good.
I then set about the geo-admin
on today’s geocaching. The trip to London was a rather intensive test for my
new app. It did what I was hoping it would… mostly…
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