Having had a rather epic pig-out over the weekend it was
hardly surprising that my weight had gone up when I stood on the scales this
morning. I’d hoped it wouldn’t, but there it was. I made toast and had my usual
peer into the Internet wondering if much had changed. It hadn’t.
I got the dogs organized and we set off out. As we drove
the pundits on the radio were talking about the situation in Ukraine. It would
seem that President Trump has decided what is going to happen, and bearing in
mind who’s got the big bucks and the big guns, what he says goes. As Ron once
wrote and Russell sang (it’s a Sparks thing) “might makes right when
you are wrong”. Apparently the Prime Minister was flying out to an
emergency meeting of European leaders who’ve all got the arse that they are
being sidelined. I suspect they’ve actually got the arse because they’ve
finally realized that previous American presidents have listened to them out of
a sense of being polite rather than because they warrant being listened to.
We got to the woods where I started on the next phase of my
Kings Wood geo-project. I walked around putting out one third of the new caches.
Today I went across the northern side of the wood. I managed to find quite a
few of the old pots and re-use them.
As we walked Bailey whinged a bit; it had been rather cold
when we’d started so she had her coat on. She seemed warm so I took it off, and
the whinging stopped.
It was only a shame that after eight miles we got back to
the car to find Morgan was covered in fox poo.
We came home. Morgan had a bath, and before long all dogs
were snoring. I cracked on with the geo-admin. I archived the old one hundred
and eight geocaches, and sent thirty-eight new cache pages in to the geo-feds
for their perusal.
I munzed and wordled, and feeling that at nineteen thousand
steps I’d overdone the morning I settled on the sofa and watched episodes of “Four
in a Bed”. Today’s contestants were a little old lady who was renting out
spare bedrooms, a couple of pubs, and a frankly epic hotel with a staff of over
twenty which was run by a chap who was pretending to be camp. Annoyingly no one
really fell out with anyone else.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a good pasta
bake which we scoffed whilst watching telly. “Celebrity Hunted” is just
annoying. Surely anyone going on that show would know to stay away from central
London?
I really should have an early night – I want to replace the
caches in the south part of Kings Wood tomorrow which means parking in the
lower car park, and that is small and fills quickly.
And it is now four years since my mum died…
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