With no alarm set I slept well. I popped to the loo in
the night, and when I was up I loaded the washing machine. I do that so that
when I get up I can hang out the washing and save a little time.
Which I did.
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. I saw
that Kent County Council are having a consultation about what services
they are going to cut next year. It speaks volumes about our society that I
found out about this via Facebook, doesn’t it?
And I saw a friend of a friend had been given an award
for ten years as a volunteer with a scout group in Eastbourne. I smiled; I was
reminded of the time that I got a certificate for five years service to
scouting... after I’d been a leader for thirteen years.
“er indoors TM” set
off for a day in the office; I took the dogs to the woods. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were all a-twitter because Grimsby Town football club had beaten Manchester United last night, and
Manchester United are now out of the Carabao cup
(no – I’d never heard of it either)
And there was loads of talk about Oasis who are off to
play in America. The pundit being
interviewed seemed to think that the music industry is all about bands
performing live, and that studio albums and record sales count for nothing.
I’ve not seen any band live for years; I tent to avoid them as I honestly
believe that live bands are only any good for getting yourself a headache. If
they are on a CD or radio you can turn the volume down.
We got to the woods and walked a different route to
our usual ones. I try to vary it a bit; I remember dear Fudge who had his one route
round the wood that he would do, and we had to do that route the right way as
well. We had to start at the lower car park and walk clockwise along specific
paths. He flatly refused to go anywhere else and had to go on the lead and be
dragged if we diverted.
As we walked we joined in with a jogger, and had a
paddle in a pond which had a sign saying “no dogs”. But there was horse
crap along the paths marked “no horses” and there’s been camping in the
“no camping” areas recently. What’s good for the goose is good for a
goosing.
We used my “map my walk” app as we went, and
again its measurements were slightly out. If we’d walked at the average rate
that it calculated (from the time we took to cover the distance we walked)
we would have walked it a minute quicker.
I suppose there’s not that many people picky enough to
check the numbers.
We came home. Whilst I’d been out I found a space
where I might hide another geocache; at Tuesday’s geo-meet a friend suggested
an idea which would lend itself to a Wherigo so I cracked on writing the
programming… until suddenly the heavens opened. I voomed out and got the nearly
dry washing in.
I then cracked on with ironing as I do. As I ironed I
watched a couple of episodes of “Black Mirror”. The first had me feeling
sorry for a murderer, and the second one made me think. Ripping the piss from
politicians is easy; I do it on here quite a bit myself. But actually coming up
with a practical idea… that takes some doing.
The episode starred
her out of “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds”
I then spent a couple of hours finishing off writing my
new Wherigo. It’s a virtual paper-chase game which I suspect will have a cult
following… those who do it will love it, but most people won’t even try. Such a
shame.
But whether or not people go hunt for it, it was published within a couple of hours
of my sending it for review. That was rather quick.
“er indoors TM” came
home from work and boiled up quiche and chips which we scoffed whilst watching
the first episode of “Destination
X”. An odd show… contestants are effectively blindfolded and carted off
round Europe. Occasionally they are given obscure clues as to where they are,
and the one who guesses furthest away from their actual location gets the
heave-ho. I won’t say the show was crap… but it would have helped if any of the
so-called clues had meant anything to me. It spoke volumes that the one who had
won extra clues was the first one out on her arse.
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