I spent much of the night fighting Treacle for space on the
bed. When we finally arranged some sort of truce so the bin men came crashing
up the road, then the alarm went off.
I gave up, got up and over some toast (shared with Fudge)
I peered into the Internet. Donald Trump is looking to postpone the American
election in a desperate bid to cling to power… which would seem to have annoyed
a lot of people who live in the UK. You would think with the post-Brexit
negotiations in shambles and prices of many household goods looking to soar,
they would have more things to worry about, wouldn’t you? There was
consternation that some Chinese firm has ripped off the latest Lego model and
is marketing a cheaper version.
And my cousin’s cat had died. I found that most upsetting
of all.
I
had a very interesting email from Geo-HQ. I’ve been in correspondence with them
all week following an episode at the weekend. It is no secret that I plaster my
every move all over the Internet. "My Boy TM" once
mentioned that he knows whenever I fart because he reads it on Facebook.
Someone was so desperate to get First To Find on the series of geocaches that "er
indoors TM" hid a couple of weeks ago that our movements
were monitored, and then our footsteps were followed, and the caches all found
before their formal publication. I was a tad miffed about this, but according
to Geo-HQ this is within the letter of the law of hunting film pots under
rocks. However as the correspondence went on it became rather interesting. A
geocache can be logged *before* formal publication, and Geo-HQ told me
this morning that if whoever hides it wants to let a select audience know about
it before that formal publication then that too isn’t against the rules.
So…
if any of my Tupperware-hunting pals would like to get to be First to Find on a
film pot which hasn’t long been under a rock, let me know. The monopoly of the
FTF has been broken.
You’d
be amazed at just how seriously such a trivial matter is taken in some circles.
I sent out birthday wishes, then with "er indoors TM"
emerging from her pit we took the dogs out before it got hot. We drove down to
Orlestone Woods where we found the car park empty. Mind you we didn’t have the
woods to ourselves; we were just the first ones there. As we walked we met
other people and other dogs. Treacle had a minor spat with a giant poodle, but
the nice lady with the poodle laughed it off. After all, that’s what dogs do.
And that’s why I’ve taken to driving for ten minutes to Orlestone rather than
walking round the park. People who walk dogs round Orlestone Woods realise what
dogs are like, and these little squabbles are just laughed off. At the park
this would be seen as a major issue. As we walked I used my PlantSnap app to
identify a plant.
There is a lot of a rather pretty purple plant in the
woods; we’ve often wondered what it is. Purple loosestrife is quite common
apparently. I might blag some for a pot in the garden.
We came home; I took two minutes to wash the grime from my
car’s windscreen, then popped up to the corner shop. They had a big signup
saying that face coverings are compulsory but had two customers inside without
any face covering. And as I shopped so another walked in not masked. No one
said anything, but would anyone; are the small corner shops really going to
turn trade away?
I got a sandwich for lunch and some pastries to scoff with a cuppa, then as I scoffed pastries (with a cuppa) I wrote up some CPD. It was as well that I did; not only is it a legal requirement for me to do so, the nice people at Blogger have updated the blogging software. I say “updated” – I mean “changed because they can”. In the past I’ve written this drivel as a word document and copied it over. Doing that now causes massive spaces between paragraphs, but I’ve now figured a work-around. I hope…
At eleven o’clock I stopped CPD-ing and tuned in to the live feed from the big cat
sanctuary in which we saw feeding time for the cheetahs. It was a shame that
one of the keepers was wearing a face mask and one wasn’t; you would have
thought that they would have decided that the things were necessary or they
weren’t.
And , as always is the case when on a late shift, the day was effectively over by mid morning…
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