I slept though till about four o’clock this morning, which
wasn’t bad I suppose. I then dozed on and off before finally getting up at half
past seven. I looked at the washing basket, couldn’t be arsed to load it into
the washing machine, made toast and had a look at the Internet.
It was still there.
There was a lot of hype on one of the sci-fi pages I follow
about how one of the best sci-fi movies of the century is airing for the first
time this weekend. Thinking I might have missed something I clicked the link
only to find that the Star Trek film made sixteen years ago was being shown on
the Film4 channel for the first time. Something of a disappointment, but this
sort of thing happens all the time. So many channels get access to something
that has been out for years and then bill it as a premiere showing. I wish they
wouldn’t.
Whilst I’m having a whinge I had an email about a geo-meet-up in Essex. The rules say that
geo-meets cannot be held in or near train stations… the meet was called “Theydon
Bois Tube meet” and will be at Theydon Bois tube station.
I sighed. If ever there was an activity which picks and
chooses when to apply the rules, it is geocaching.
I Munzed as I do every morning, and Wordled as well. Sadly
I again started off with utterly the wrong word. “Spice” didn’t have any
correct letters at all. “Round” gave me an R and an O but in the wrong
places. I got a tad closer with “Bravo”, but only a tad. “Armor”
told me there were two Rs, and so it could only be “arrow”. For all that
I struggle with Wordle, there’s a sense of achievement when I finally get it
right.
As “er indoors TM” set about a
spring clean I cracked on in the garden. The lawn needed mowing and the yard
needed a good sweeping. Despite having tidied the shed at the weekend it needed
another tidying, and then I had a look at the garden fence. On one side we’ve a
decent fence that I had professionally installed in the summer of 2020. On the
other we’ve a fence which is on the poggered side. Were it my fence I would
have replaced it years ago, but it isn’t. I’ve tried offering to pay for a new
fence to be installed, but I just get a load of abuse and ranting that the
fence is four inches too far on her side. Admittedly the three panels closest
to the house probably are four inches too far on her side, but you can see
where the fence straightens itself. Years ago when the strange chap lived there
he was quite happy for me to put gravel boards on the bottom where the fence
was rotting through. And so I tightened the screws holding the gravel boards in
place which straightened the fence a bit.
We had a ham roll, then went out for a little adventure. We
went through Lydd where we stopped off to do the secret rituals that go with
finding a particularly fiendish geo-puzzle. And for those that would mock,
could you solve the puzzle?
From there we went on to Broomhill Sands. A mile
east of Camber Sands, it’s a rather good dog-friendly beach. The pups got to
run about. The girl pups chased stones thrown in the water; Morgan wouldn’t
even get his paws wet. All three got plastered in a rather clay-y mud. The only
fly in the ointment was one idiot who, on seeing Morgan coming up to say hello,
picked his dog up and waved it round as though it was some sort of toy. He was
totally oblivious to the fact that Morgan thought this was some sort of game. I
think we’ve met this twit before in Orlestone doing exactly the same thing.
We came home where the dogs all had a wash. Sand, salt and
mud had to be hosed off in varying amounts. And then we had a cuppa – with a
white twix. Have you ever had a white twix? – who would have thought such
wonders were possible? And only two hundred and thirty calories too?
I sat by the pond and scoffed my twixt, then came in and
watched drivel on UK Gold whilst “er indoors TM” carried
on tidying up and creating an ever-growing pile of rubbish for a tip run. I’m
not complaining – we do have far too much stuff about the house. If we are ever
going to downsize to the one-floor bungalow I’d rather have, we realistically
need to lose about ninety per cent of the stuff in the house.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching an episode of “McDonald and Dodds”;
a detective drama which is different to other detective dramas in that I rather
like it. We followed this with something I’d not seen before.
“Tempting
Fortune” features a gaggle of contestants who’ve got to trek through
the jungle equipped with only the basic kit. They can then get all sorts of
extras that they haven’t already been given but it will cost them… and be paid
for out of the show’s prize money. So the more they rough it, the more bung
they get at the end. Needless to say there’s some contestants prepared to rough
it, and others who expect to be paid for simply getting off their arse.
There seems to be a growth industry in TV shows based on getting
people to argue with each other.
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