I had another restless night. I got up at five o'clock
and had a little look at the Internet as I scoffed toast. There was the most
ridiculous argument ever kicking off on one of the Doctor Who related Facebook
groups. Someone was wondering how many full-sized Dalek models there are in
the UK. Estimates ranged from a couple of dozen up to a couple of thousands.
Some idiot was getting rather aggressive that no one knew, and felt there
should be some official list of full-sized Dalek models on which all of them
must be registered, with sanctions for those not complying. And he was serious.
I also saw that the geocache I mentioned on Sunday was
still unfound. It wasn't *that* much of a diversion from my journey to
work... As the crow flies it was seventeen miles from home.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio
were interviewing some irate farmers who had the arse. Apparently there
used to be some
government scheme in which farmers could apply to be paid for using their
land for not farming. Letting it grow wild for butterflies, or trees... it
seemed like a nice little earner. It didn't take long for all the money the
government had earmarked to go, and those who were too slow to put in their
application weren't happy that they'd missed a seat on the gravy train.
And there was a lot of talk about how the Prime
Minister's house had
burned down.
And there was a lot of talk about how Donald Trump has
been given
a jumbo jet by the Qatar government.
It was unclear as to whether it was to him personally
or in his capacity as President, but it was alleged that when he was President
last time he was given a lot of pressies in his official capacity which have
long since disappeared. Have they? Who knows.
According to my geo-app the geocache I was hunting
this morning was seventeen miles from home as the crow flies. But as the car
drives it was a shade over thirty miles. The cache was called "Where the Hobos Go" and the
instructions said it was under a bridge, so I knew what I was doing. It really
was where the hobos go - I scrambled down a bank and hopped over a stream. And
as I searched I found a smashed vodka bottle, and I thought I got whiffs
of human shit a couple of times.
The instructions said the cache was attached to a
wire... I searched every wire time and time again except the right one. I won't
give spoilers, but I'll say it was rather well hidden and took me half an hour
to locate. But I did find it. And I was first too. Happy dance.
From there I went to Sainsburys where (as I shopped)
someone greeted me with a cheerful "Hello Dave". A portly
red-haired chap with a beard. I had no idea who they were, but they clearly
knew me.
And the excitement of the day was all over and done
with by half past seven. The rest of the day was rather dull.
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