I forgot something rather vital yesterday evening. I
went to bed pretty much immediately after “My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” left last night. I woke at two o’clock to hear
voices downstairs. I completely forgot that Darcie WaaWaa TM” was
coming for a sleepover. I came downstairs, and she immediately regaled me with
a list of complaints and grievances about things her grandmother had told her
off about and said she wasn’t allowed to do.
I left them to it and went back to bed. I heard them going
to bed about half an hour later.
I dozed fitfully for the rest of the night; eventually
getting up about eight o’clock. Bailey was with me. Morgan and Treacle had gone
with littlun. I made toast, posted up yesterday’s diary, and had my usual look
at the Internet. Four Facebook friends were having a birthday today; I sent out
wishes. More people were whinging about Donald Trump. Admittedly there’s
probably quite a bit to whinge about, but from the British perspective he’s not
unlike Zaphod Beeblebrox who in the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was
president of the galaxy. Zaphod didn’t so much wield power as draw attention
away from those who did, and that’s pretty much what is happening in the UK
right now. When did anyone last hear anything about what the Prime Minister has
been getting up to?
It got to nine o’clock and I went upstairs where I
could hear that “er indoors TM” and Darcie
WaaWaa TM” were up and about. They came down and had brekkie.
Littlun wanted “crocodile cereals”. Having absolutely no idea what they
might be we showed her a box of something with a picture of a frog on it, and
she seemed content.
We got dressed and ready and drove up to Bluewater where
there was a Munzee event taking place. Geocaching events are good; people meet
up and chat and have a good time. Munzee events are different. There’s pretty
much no actual meeting up. You just go somewhere and munz like a thing
possessed. And because the rules say munzees can be far closer together than
geocaches, there’s a lot to Munz.
I must admit that my hopes hadn’t been high for today, but
as there are rarely any Munzee events within striking distance of home we
wanted to support it. Even if I did have visions of aimlessly wandering the
paths round the car park.
We parked up and made our way to the Event Pin - a special
Munzee put out for the day. And immediately my attitude to the event changed.
As we walked we went past a lake where the model boat club were having a
mini-regatta. And the Event Pin itself was in a little park. I had no idea the
park was there. It was rather pretty and surprisingly large. There was a trail
of posters about The Very Hungry Caterpillar. There were ducks. We went round
the park twice before littlun had had enough.
I munzed over six hundred Munzees as we went. Cards, jewel
shards, cogs, greenies, surprise wheels, gnomes, cakes, and even a rum qrate. There were Munzees dotted all over the
Bluewater shopping centre, car park and surrounding areas; we probably got
maybe one twentieth of them.
We came home. The dogs slept. Littlun wanted to watch
YouTube, or “Toobs” as she calls it. She particularly likes Papa Joel –
a chap who makes videos for the under-fives. I find him rather irritating, but
Darcie seems captivated with him.
After an hour of so “er indoors TM” woke
me up to say that she was taking littlun home.
I spent a little while clearing the carnage she’d left. She
does generate mess. Then I did a little CPD. Dull, but if I do five minutes’
worth a few times a week, when I get called up to show what I’ve done, then
I’ve not got to blag anything.
“er indoors TM” came home with
pizza which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “The Traitors US”.
Now that’s over we need to find something else to watch…
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