Once I got up and done what you do when you get up I stood
on the scales. I’ve lost another pound this week. Not much really, but a couple
of late shifts with dinner after ten o’clock didn’t help. And “lost”
rather than “gained” is a step in the right direction.
I scoffed a bowl of granola (diet food!) then had a
look at the Internet. I saw that because of fears of corona virus, Geocaching
HQ have postponed the “Memory Lane souvenir challenge”. I think this
might have caused more consternation if anyone actually knew what the “Memory
Lane souvenir challenge” actually is.
There was a lot of consternation being expressed on
Facebook about how travellers will have to get passports stamped every time
they enter the European Union. Those who loudly advocated for Brexit and wanted
to “take back control” were seriously upset that Brexit means delays
when going on holiday. How can anyone be so stupid that they are complaining
about that for which they campaigned?
I wasted an ago struggling to solve a geo-puzzle before asking a friend how he’d solved it… Basically
you have to convert letters to numbers with the added complication that (say)
the first instance of “B” translated to being “6” you then had to
ignore the second instance of “B” for no apparent reason.
The trouble I have with solving puzzles is that having a
degree in maths I’m used to thinking logically (can you believe it?).
Geo-puzzles are often best solved by listening to the strange voices in your
head.
My piss then boiled as I checked my emails. Some chap had
been out and walked the series of geocaches I’d hidden near Benenden. Having
written “Found OK, thanks for the cache” for twenty-two of his “found
it” logs, the chap had the cheek to write “All caches found OK, and a
few of them were somewhere near where our GPSrs were pointing” on the
twenty-third. I’ve sent the chap a message saying “I see you had some issues
with the co-ords of some of my caches – if you could let me know your readings
I shall look at amending the formulae”.
It’s a shame that the chap lives a hundred miles away; he’s
stuck a few film pots under rocks. I’d like to go find one and be equally petty
in what I would have to say about it.
Thinking that the rain had stopped we
took the dogs out, the rain hadn’t stopped; we did a quick circuit round the
block and came home to dry off. I wasted an hour playing Tetris, then set off to
find my car. The first thing I did when I got into my car was to press the
de-mister the button just in case it all blew up. I'd prefer that if it was
going to explode, it did so with the car at home rather than leaving me
stranded miles from anywhere (like it did a week or so ago). Fortunately
nothing blew up. In fact nothing happened at all when I pressed the button,
which was probably for the best, but with a not-misted window I didn't expect
anything to have happened. I shall have to wait for the window to steam up and
try it then.
Despite the fix-it man's dire warnings
the rear windscreen wiper had survived the ordeal of window replacement for
which I was grateful.
As I drove I was conscious that I could
see out of the car's rear window. The side mirrors are good, but you can't beat
having a rear window rather than a shower curtain.
I drove to Sainsury's to get some
petrol. At the moment petrol is the cheapest it has been for ages. I would have
thought that the same corona virus panic-buying mentality which has lead to
shortages of toilet roll and pasta (and kite line!) might have led to a run on
petrol, but apparently not. Yet.
I drove up the motorway because I could.
I've been going to work along the A-road recently which made for a much slower
journey. The drive was amazingly quiet without a shower curtain noisily
flapping about behind me.
I got to work, deployed a Munzee not
that far from the works car park, then went into the canteen where I had a very
good bit of dinner. However I was rather amazed to find that the same meal
which cost four pounds seventy-five pence on Wednesday was only three pound sixty pence today. I commented on
this to the nice lady on the till; she told me I was wrong.
I got on with work on what was a rather busy afternoon. I
was rather glad when the relief turned up.
Now to program “Hannah” for tomorrow…
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