There was a post on Facebook this morning which made me
think. Apparently there is some road in nearby Headcorn with the same name as a
road in Ashford. Someone living in the Ashford one has been ordering stuff on
Amazon only to have found everything is being delivered to the house of the
same number in the Headcorn one. Whoever lives in the Headcorn one is just
taking the parcels and thinking it is Christmas. It is easy enough to get a
refund from Amazon, but it is arse-ache when the replacements get sent to the
wrong address as well.
Back in the day I lived in Grove Road in Hastings and we
regularly got the mail for Elmgrove Road in Brighton.
We also used to get a postcard every year from someone who
holidayed in Ashford-on-the-Water. We never did find who that was from, or who
it was supposed to be delivered to.
There wasn’t much else happening in the Internet today. I
sparked up the Munzee app and saw that a friend (who lives near Bluewater)
had Munzed our Skyland at five o’clock in the morning. He was up and about
early.
I munzed, got Wordle on the fifth attempt, and then got a
message. The first fruit of my loins had poggered his back. “My Boy TM” and
Cheryl were planning to come on a rather short walk with us today, but they had
to cry off.
But we went ahead with our walk anyway. There is a short
series of a dozen geocaches near New Romney which we thought might make for a
good dog walk. And it did. About a dozen geocaches over four miles on flat
ground took us a couple of hours. Treacle was allowed off-lead but we took no
chances with the littluns after a pheasant shot out of a ditch and we saw
another dog-walker with his dog caked on fox poo. Whilst we kept Bailey and
Morgan out of the fox poo, Treacle went wading in swamps.
I took a few photos as we
walked. With walk walked we drove round the marsh finding up a few of the
puzzle caches I’d solved in the week.
We came home where in a novel break with tradition “er
indoors TM” took command of dog bath time.
Oh dear…
Personally the first thing I do when I’m doing the dog-scrubbing
is to chuck all three in the tub so I know where they are, and so that they are
contained and captured. Bathing them one at a time gets the first dog clean,
but the second two can see what is coming and they escape still caked in
whatever it was that made you want to bath them in the first place.
Eventually the dogs ended up scrubbed and we had a cuppa
and a hot cross bun.
“er indoors TM” sorted a rather
good curry which we scoffed whilst watching today’s episode of “Lego Masters”.
We recorded it and watched it later so’s we could fast-forward through the
adverts. What took an hour and a half to record took fifty-five minutes to
watch. Bearing in mind how easy it is to avoid adverts I can’t help but wonder
why they are still made.
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