I slept like a log, only waking at six
o’clock when "er indoors TM" got up. Though to be
fair it wasn’t her waking me; it was the crashing of the wolf-pack chasing
after her that made the noise.
As I shaved I filled the bath with cold
water, then pulled the plug to watch it drain away. After yesterday’s debacle
there is something very satisfying about having a working plug hole in your
bath.
I made some toast and peered into the
Internet as I scoffed it. (the toast, not the Internet). Someone was
whinging on one of the Lego-related Facebook pages. Having sold a Lego set,
this chap had received a complaint that the buyer had received a box of bricks
rather than a completed model. So the next time he sold Lego he sent a
completed model and got a complaint from a buyer who wanted a box of bricks.
I had some emails. Two hundred and
thirty-three “Found It” logs on the various geocaches I’ve hidden over
the last few months. All (well, those that I read) complimentary.
I sent out some birthday wishes and got
on with finalising the web pages for my new geo-series. I got fourteen written
in an hour and a half, and then the dogs came downstairs. Seemingly obsessed
with running round the garden shouting I had to give up to go shout at them.
We got ourselves ready for the day…
eventually. Setting off about two hours later than usual we drove out to
Rolvenden. "er indoors TM"’s geo-series out there
is two years old and each cache has been found about a hundred times. From
experience we’ve worked out that this is effectively the lifespan of a
geo-series, and so she had plans to replace it with a new one. I went along to
assist with the dog-wrangling.
We had a good walk. "er indoors TM"
has had two geo-series out there before; this time we walked round the opposite
way to what we’ve walked before. The footpaths seemed much more obvious when
walked that way. The dogs were able to be off the leads for much of the walk,
even if they did disgrace themselves with the corpse of a dead rabbit (thankfully
not one they killed this time). And (it has to be said) they all ate
far too much sheep poo for their own good.
I took a few photos as we walked. After
eight miles we were back at the car, and it was only a short drive home. It was
a shame that the dogs had all spuddled in stagnant water only half a mile from
the end, but it was nothing that "er indoors TM"
couldn’t sort out with a bath (with a working plug hole)
We had aa rather good bit of dinner
which we devoured whilst watching an episode of “Taskmaster” which was
rather good.
I’m feeling a tad tired now…
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