I had over a hundred emails about people having found the
geocaches I’d hidden in Kings Wood. Despite the heat people had been out
walking for miles yesterday. Mind you they said nice things in their written
logs, so that was a result.
With pretty much nothing at all having happened overnight
on Facebook I spent a little while struggling with a geo-jigsaw puzzle, then we
took the dogs down to Orlestone Woods for a walk. We had a good walk – we
didn’t see anyone else at all. It probably doesn’t help Treacle’s socialisation
issues, but it does wonders for my state of mind. As we walked we couldn’t help
but notice all the dog turds; either the woods are getting busier, or people are
getting more lax about where their dogs dump.
We came home to find the neighbours moving out… again… I
wish I knew what was wrong with the house. No one *ever* stays for any
length of time there. When we moved in there was a little old lady who kept
herself to herself. She vanished, and after the house had been empty for some
time she was replaced by the mother-in-law of the other neighbours. We got on
well with her to the disgust of the other neighbours.
After her it is all something of a blur.
I can't remember the exact order, and I may have forgotten some ... in between
being empty (for nearly a year) twice:
There was the drunk Irishman who would
play crap music at 2am.
There were two young Australian ladies
who would sunbathe in the garden in the nip (I liked them).
There was a Nigerian family who would
never pull the blind in their toilet.
There were two young lads who were great
fun.
There was the Nigerian fellow who would
regularly have a "crafty Joddrell" into the toilet in the
evenings; the shadows of which on their bathroom blind were rather entertaining
There was the odd couple who tried to
blame the flood from their upstairs bathroom on my downstairs washing machine.
There was the young family who ran away
owning thousands (we had the debt collectors asking after them for months).
There were the people with three dogs
each of which was the size of a cart-horse.
There was the nice couple who moved
round the corner to Francis Road.
There was the lot who did noisy sex and
who moved out in May 2018
There was the lot who used to run the
Elwick Club and went to run the Albion.
Then there was the lot who moved out today.
They said something about a rodent infestation, but with
two dogs in their house I somehow doubt it. They only moved next door in March
and even for that house, that was not long. To be honest they were never happy
with the house. They’d moved from some mobile home estate on the Romney Marsh
and claimed they could get a mobile home (a la “Trailer Park Boys”) on
the Romney Marsh which was twice the size of their house for half the price,
and I think the whole “rodent” thing was just a ruse to get them out of
their contract.
I did more geo-jigsaw-puzzle. After two hours I still haven’t got the edges done. I gave up, and leaving the lap-top updating itself I set off to work. I deployed a Munzee, then did the late shift.
I came home via the petrol station. With posters and signs everywhere
demanding I wear a face covering, neither of the two members of the staff there
were.
Once home I found "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" here for the weekend. Let’s hope they don’t get up very early tomorrow…
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