When I went to bed last night I’d left the landing
light on in case littlun got up in the night. This morning I rolled over and
saw the light was off. Panic immediately set in. “er indoors TM” had
clearly got up in the night and turned it off. The bedside clock and my CPAP
machine were both going, but I keep fretting about the leccie and after that shock
I wasn’t going to get back to sleep. I got up. So did Morgan. He’d spent the
night with me but on seeing I was going downstairs he went upstairs to join
everyone else in the attic room.
It was only a shame I’d not woken in panic a couple of
hours earlier ten I could have driven out to Ramsgate for the sunrise
geocaching meet. We’d decided against going to
this one as getting to Ramsgate for half past seven on New Year’s Day would
have been a tad keen, but if I’ been up in time…
Back in the day there was always a geocaching event on
New Year’s Day. I organised two of them myself. One in 2016 when thirty-six
people and four dogs went for a walk round Great Chart, and another in 2022
when thirty people (and a few dogs) went over to Frogs Island to play
Wherigo. Sadly other than a lady from New Zealand staging a meet outside her
hotel just before her brekkie, no one organised anything for this year. Several
people had asked it there was anything on the cards; no one had offered to do
anything though…
As I made toast I peered into the internet. It might
be a new year, but some things never change. I’ve taken to following a Facebook
group all about people taking early retirement and sharing their experiences.
It makes for interesting reading if nothing else. One chap in his early forties
had saved up half a million quid and wondered if that was enough to retire on.
How can you have saved up half a million quid by your early forties? And other
people were asking where the best place to retire to would be? Several people
on this group (and a few I know personally) have left everyone they know
and moved hundreds (if not thousands) of miles away to lead their dream
retirements. I suppose if your dream retirement is a lonely one then this is
the way to go?
And my Facebook feed featured seemingly endless
adverts for on-line dog training classes and chess-related groups.
I put washing in to scrub. I sorted the undercrackers
I’d washed last night. I braved the elements and harvested the dog dung from
the garden. Our plan for today had been a gentle walk before taking littlun
home, but the wind and the rain weren’t good and were forecast to get worse by
mid-day. So I spent a little while looking at the geo-map searching out a
relatively easy geo-find that we might pick up on the way home from having
dropped littlun off.
After slightly more than four hours “er
indoors TM” and Darcie WaaWaa TM” got
up. Littlun was in something of a bossy mood; poor grandad wasn’t allowed to
play with the cars or the Lego. She then got the hump that the dogs wanted to
eat her breakfast, and got even more stressy when she threw it at them and they
ate it.
After a little while we persuaded her to allow Nanny
to get dressed, and it was time to take her home… once we’d persuaded her that
I was allowed to come along. We drove down to Folkestone where “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” and Pogo were pleased to have littlun
back.
I’d planned a few possible geo-targets for our way home.
Logging a geocache find today would give us a souvenir. Fortunately we found
the first one and didn’t need to go on to any of the backups; the forecast wind
and rain were getting worse.
We came home and settled ourselves in front of the
telly where I slept through a re-run of the new Wallce and Gromit film, and
then slept through Mary Poppins. Having been wide awake far too early this
morning I slept through what I wanted to watch on the telly.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good curry which we washed down with a rather good bottle of plonk whilst
watching the second part of the Christmas episode of “Lego Masters:
Australia”.
According to the Internet the Northern Lights are visible
tonight. Such a shame it is still hossing down.
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