For some really strange geocachical reason I
needed an empty sweetie tub this morning. I’d seen one in the shed on Thursday…
it wasn’t there this morning. I wonder where that went.
I made toast and had a
little look at the Internet. It was still there. I sent out some birthday
wishes, and read on Facebook that the Now Show on Radio Four is coming to an end.
Presented by Steve Punt and Hugh Dennis it used to be funny many years ago, but
like so much on telly and radio it has been flogged to death. I once saw them
live many years ago at the Leas Cliff Hall when they were hilarious. I saw them
again at the Gulbenkian when I could only describe them as smug and
self-satisfied. Sadly, like me, they lost the spark over the years.
There wasn’t a lot else
going on on-line. So I zoomed round the garden and harvested a bumper crop of
dog turds… then zoomed round again and got even more. You’d be surprised at how
elusive a dog turd can be.
We got ourselves
organised and set off to Dog Club. Dog Club was much the same as ever… loads of
people standing in a field making polite conversation whist the dogs did dog
things. It sounds dull, but it is one of the highlights of the week. The field
is slowly drying out, but there’s still enough mud to get the dogs grubby,
especially when Kai and Roo lie down in it. There is something strangely
satisfying when someone else’s dog does something daft.
As we drove home I got
Steve’s Mystery Year competition right – the Queen’s “horrible anus” –
1992. Much as I loved and admired the late Queen, she did rather score an own
goal with the “annus
horribilis” comment. At the time the royals weren’t overly popular, no
one speaks Latin, and coming out with a comment like that was really giving
ammunition to her detractors.
Once home “er indoors TM” dealt with
the dogs and I popped up the road for pastries. As I crossed the road some
woman in a car beeped at me and waved frantically. I wonder who she was? Mookie
in the shop said she drives past regularly shouting abuse at passers-by.
I got me a croissant for myself and a pain au chocolat for “er
indoors TM”, sent out a Munzee birthday card, and as I got ready for the next adventure so “Found
It” logs were arriving in my in-box from people out doing the geocaches I’d
set for today’s geo-event.
“er indoors TM” drove us all round to
Singleton Barn where I was hosting this month’s meet-up of Hunters of
Tupperware. We had a rather good meet. Attendance was down on previous meets,
but it was good to catch up with old friends, and meet some new ones. Sadly the
ale on the pub’s pumps was a tad past its best, but having made the wise
decision of asking for a taster first I went for the bottled stuff. And we had
some cheesy chips too. “We” being both me and the dogs.
The geo-meet was rather good; talking about
things geocachical. I got a pointer about a geo-puzzle which had had me thinking for some time. I
mentioned this puzzle a week ago when I said “I’ve
got to find two numbers. The first “is a funny one really and only consists of
three characters”. I know that one”. “Well, it now turns out that I had
that wrong.
Having been the first ones to the meet, after four bottles of ale
we were the past ones to leave. We came home where I had a little snooze, and
whilst I was sparko “er indoors TM” slipped out
and picked me up a pressie. Someone locally was selling Lego. Apparently his
daughter had grown out of it. I hadn’t.
“er indoors TM” went off to her mate’s
party. I sat with sleeping dogs and watched a film on Netflix. “Bull” was a
rather good film right up until the last five minutes when it suddenly went all
surreal. But it was better than a load of stuff I’ve watched recently.
Today was rather good.
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