I’ve been sleeping with my Smartwatch on this week, and it
has said nice things about the quality of the sleep I’ve had up till this
morning. However with an alarm set I didn’t sleep well (I never do if I have
an alarm set), and it could tell the difference.
We got up, packed, and had brekkie. I passed on the honey
today. It tastes of my (late) great aunt’s perfume. And with brekkie
scoffed we loaded up the cars. As we loaded I found myself watching Treacle. We
actually lost her at one point. I found her in the dining room looking rather
confused. She doesn’t seem to be herself at the moment.
We were supposed to be out of the cottage at ten o’clock;
we made it with five minutes to spare. Wanting to break up the journey home,
and bearing in mind today was going to be another hot day we’d looked at the
geo-map and had found a little wood near Four Marks in Hampshire. We parked at
the designated car park. The instructions on geocaching dot com said “Parking
for many cars”; there was probably room for four cars in total. But once
parked we walked into the woods. Like all woods the paths marked on ordnance
survey maps bore no relation at all to the paths that were actually in the
woods. But we had a good little walk. We walked for about an hour, and then had
a picnic by a very pretty little village pond.
But all good things have to come to an end. We said our
goodbyes and consulted Google which said that home was one hundred and one
miles and two and a third hours away. It probably got the distance right, but
the timing was out by about an hour. There were one or two delays on the way (!)
We got home and managed to unload most of the kit before
our house-sitter (Pogo) woke up. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”
had been busy cleaning the kitchen. Once we’d unloaded the car “er
indoors TM” took the house-sitting team home and I
unpacked that which I dared to unpack, and got the first load going through the
washing machine.
I had a little look in the garden. The plants were nowhere
near as dead as I thought they would be; it would seem we had far more heat in
the New Forest than had been had at home, but I ran round with some water
anyway.
“er indoors TM” returned and
popped up to the kebab shop to get dinner. You can’t beat a kebab with a tin of
Doctor Pepper. We scoffed whilst watching the final of the most recent series of
“Taskmaster”, and with that scoffed I sorted the holiday undercrackers
which I’ve got washed and dried.
If only the rest of the laundry was that easy to sort… That’s
my job for the weekend…
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