As I scoffed my toast my phone bleeped. The geocache I’d
hidden on Sunday had gone live, so I set the associated Adventure Lab series
live as well. And with that live I set about my next one and met total
disaster.
In order to set an ad-lab live you need an ad-lab credit.
I’d read on-line that you can just ask for one, but the place where you ask tells me
that I have to wait until next January before they will give me another credit.
It turns out that you have to wait ninety days between creating ad-labs so that
people like me don’t go churning them out like a thing possessed. Which rather
pisses on my chips bearing in mind I did all the leg-work for four more
yesterday afternoon, and was planning to churn them out like a thing possessed.
Mind you a group of hunters of Tupperware logged the new
ad-lab only thirty-six minutes after it went live and wrote rather nice things
about it in their written logs. So my efforts are appreciated.
“er indoors TM” set off out. Her
work was doing some volunteering day thingy today. I set a load of washing
going and took the dogs up to the woods. The rain had finally stopped and unlike
yesterday, today was glorious. We did our usual circuit of Kings Wood. We met
several other groups of dog walkers and every meet passed off without incident.
Mind you we did meet one idiot. She wasn’t paying attention and was on us
before she realized. She started shouting “ohmygod ohmygod” and made a
complete mess of trying to get her dog leads from round her neck. When she
finally got them free she was almost hysterical; apologizing to me that the
dogs were fighting and that she was so sorry. Eventually she calmed down and
looked at what was actually happening.
One of her dogs had sat down with Treacle and both were
watching Morgan, Bailey and her other dog. Those three were playing a game in
which two chased the third for fifty yards at which point one of the two
chasers became the chased, and they all then ran off in another direction for
another fifty yards before again swapping chasers and chased. They were having
a great time.
I had to explain to this woman that dogs playing chase *wasn’t*
fighting, and that it was actually playing.
After four miles we were back at the car park and we came
home. Once home I gave the dogs a scrub. Tummies get grubby in the woods.
I hung out the washing and put the undercrackers in to
scrub, then popped over the shop and got the makings of dinner. As I scoffed a
bit of lunch I watched telly. “Everyone Else Burns” is about a
family who are members of a puritanical crackpot religious sect. It was both
hilarious, and bittersweet in that it reminded me of a lot of the people from
my religious days.
With telly watched I went into the garden. A little while
ago I started the groundwork for the pond’s new bog filter and got everything
vaguely into place. Rain stopped play for a week, but today I got on with it. I
got done what I wanted to do; I screwed it all together. There was a minor (major)
hiccup in that when I opened the new box of long screws I’d bought from Amazon
specifically for this job I saw they didn’t have the traditional hole in the
end where the screwdriver goes. These were “stick fit drive system” and with
no way to screwdriver them, they were (as my brother once described a rather
useless item) “sod all use to man nor beast”.
I swore a bit, and rummaged in the shed. I found I had just
enough proper screws (screws as God intended) to do the job, so I got
busy. I got all the sleepers together. The next job is to line the thing, but I
shall wait until “er indoors TM” is home. It is the
sort of job where you need help.
I tidied up. Just as I was picking up the stick fit drive
system screws to send back to Amazon I saw something, and actually read the
instructions on the box. Apparently they came with the bit that you need to
attach to the electric screwdriver for screwing them in place. So I had a
proper look. The tool was in the box. They do come with that fitting.
Ho hum…
By the time I’d tidied up and started dinner and sorted the
tumble-dried undercrackers “er indoors TM” was
home. She made a cuppa; I felt I deserved it. I thought about dragooning her
into helping line the bog filter, but that will keep for a day or so.
Instead I cracked on with dinner. Plov MkIII was just
chicken, apple and rice with half a bottle of red wine and Thai seasoning. I
quite liked it, but “er indoors TM” wasn’t keen. The
next version will be korma flavoured.
Now we’ve got a DVD player we played a DVD. We’ve been
meaning to watch “Wonka”
for some time. Despite an all-star cast I wasn’t impressed.
Perhaps I’d been looking forward to it so much it was never
going to live up to expectations.
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