The bin men were quieter than usual as they went up the
road this morning. Some days they just do the job, other days they bellow up
the street to each other at six o’clock.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. It was still
there. People were complaining on Facebook today about ill-mannered children in
restaurants. I was reminded of cubs at cub camp. Before we went away we would
always have the parents in and explain to them how a sit-down meal worked, and
ask them to have one or two at home as a practice run. One or two parents would
take offence, but most admitted that sitting down to dinner was something that
rarely happened. Most parents saw nothing wrong with bolting the food as fast
as possible (an entire meal devoured in maybe thirty seconds) and then
running round screaming.
I remember a couple of children from Ruckinge from
millionaire families who couldn’t eat anything which hadn’t first been thrown
across the room.
And there was an interesting article about how youngsters
these days don’t want to run up a bar bill, preferring
to pay for each drink as they go.
Each to their own…
I took the dogs to the woods. As we drove the pundits on
the radio were talking about how the government has backtracked on their attempts to put
loads of disabled people into even more poverty. As I’ve said before, the
Labour party are incredibly principled all the time they don’t have to stand by
their principles.
We got to the woods; we did one of our standard walks. We
saw a slow worm. I *think* I heard deer crashing about. My app detected
a short toed treecreeper… It’s detected those a few times now, even though you
supposedly don’t get them in the UK.
After four miles we were back at the car. We came home
listening to someone of whom we’d never previously heard on Desert Island
Discs. This woman mumbled and muttered and claimed that one of her records
would have been the music to Swan Lake. Seriously?
I came home for a cuppa, Munzed and got Wordle (plain)
on the third attempt. Go me! I then had a look on Amazon to chase up the
strimmer that I ordered two weeks ago… The order was still sitting in my
basket. I never actually ordered the thing. Woops.
Supposedly it should come tomorrow.
We ran “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and
Pogo home, and then drove up to where I ended up with a DNF at a geocache in
the general vicinity of Dover last week. I’d got a little hint from someone
who’d been there before, and after a little searching found the thing.
From there we took a circuitous route home to get another
geocache. This one involved a short (half-mile) walk down the river
Stour which is certainly bigger and prettier near Pegwell Bay than it is in
Ashford.. As we walked I had a little chat with some fishermen. It looked a
lovely day to be fishing.
Today’s two finds gave us two more “Planets”
treasures. Ony one more to get now. I could probably have got the lot myself
had I gone off out with Ralph and Gordon today; they were off to Edenbridge to
walk an epic cache series, but it was a tad hot to go very far in today’s heat.
It was warm enough at the woods earlier and we’d got home just after ten
o’clock, and half a mile along the river a little later was plenty for us.
We came home via the petrol station at Morrisons in
Canterbury. I pootled in the garden for a bit, but it was rather warm. I came
in and dozed in front of the telly.
We had steak and chips for tea…
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