I think I overdid the heavy gardening at the start of the
week – I’ve been aching ever since. I hurt when I got up this morning.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet. It was
still there. One or two people were posting about having put up their Christmas
decorations already. If people want to do that, then that’d up to them.
Personally I’d just rather people didn’t start so early. By the time late
December comes I’m not at all hyped up for it; I’m fed up with hearing about it
all.
I had a message about one of those geo-puzzles I’ve been
working on. Apparently I’ve found the location I need. If so then the chap who
set the geo-checker up had made a mistake in the next bit. The thing has only
been found once, and that person found it without using the checker, so that
was my excuse why I wasn’t getting the green light from it.
I turned off the lap-top (as my brain was exploding at
geo-puzzles) and drove the dogs up to the woods. As we drove Desert Island
Discs was on the radio. Today’s castaway was Dr Nicola Fox. Born in
Hertfordshire she is currently NASA’s head of science.
Something she said made me think… She was off on some works
conference a few years ago and had left her small children with her husband. He
didn’t answer his phone when she phoned home one evening. She tried again later
to no avail. Eventually she got through and a small voice said “Hello”.
Her three-year-old son answered the phone and said that daddy was asleep laying
against the wardrobe and wouldn’t wake up. When the police arrived it turned
out that daddy had died a few hours previously from an aortic aneurysm.
Could you imagine that happening?
We got to the woods and had a good walk. We didn’t see any
deer, but Morgan and Bailey found deer poo. We probably didn’t see any deer
because of all the noise. The other day I commented on how quiet the woods
were. Today there were a few groups walking along bellowing at each other, and
the local special school was up there too. They regularly go to the woods
where, rather than doing anything educational like learning their lessons, they
(quite literally) run round in circles screaming. The teachers just
stand watching them with rather bored expressions.
I came home and sorted a cuppa and a slice of cake. “er
indoors TM” had brought coffee and walnut cake home
yesterday. That was rather good. I then took a deep breath and had another go
at that geo-puzzle. I’d been told I’d found the right location… had I? The
whole puzzle hinged on finding a fire hydrant sign on Google Street View. Had I
found the wrong one? I found another, did the sums and got the thumbs-up.
I had a lazy afternoon. What with gardening and pond work earlier
in the week I deserved one skive this week. I slobbed on the sofa and watched
episodes of “Four in a Bed” in which some vindictive old harridan had
the hump that other people had better guest houses than she did and were
charging less than she was. It’s a standard theme of the show, but always
amusing to watch the jealousy.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
decent bit of curry which we scoffed whilst watching more “Bake Off”
which we washed down with a bottle of coffee stout.
I’ve done pretty much nothing today but walk the dogs and
watch telly… I still ache from sorting “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”’s
garden earlier in the week. I needed a lazy day. So why do I feel guilty that I’ve
done so little today?
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