Overnight I’d had a stroke of genius about how I might
solve that puzzle geocache that has been
troubling me all week. I fiddled about a bit doing some sums, typed my answer
into the checker… and it told me that was the one hundred and fifth wrong
answer that it had seen.
I had a little look into Facebook. A friend had been
to a wedding, another friend had been to some big event in Chester, some were
on their way home from holidays. People had been posting pictures of what they
had been doing; as a very nosey person I like that. And I had seemingly endless
adverts for massively overprices shirts. What’s prompted that?
I Munzed; the monthly Munzee Clan War started this
morning. This month we need Widdle points… I have no idea how to get them, or
even what a Widdle point is. But I expect we’ll find out. And with a few
moments spare I went into the garden and hacked back the overgrowth pouring
over the fence from not-so-nice-next-door. I’d not done that for a
while, and when setting up for yesterday’s garden party I saw their bushes were
almost half way across our garden. Back in the day when the husband was still
there he seemed to think there was nothing wrong with that, and he felt I
should be grateful for it as that would deter burglars(!)
We took the dogs down to the Romney Marsh for a little
walk. There’s one particular geocache
on its own a mile from the road which is supposedly a tad tricky to find. We
parked up, walked the mile, spent an hour and a half searching… and walked back
to the car. Either it’s not there or we can’t find it. I suspect it is there… Mainly
because someone found it after we came home.
As we came back to the car we walked along the
military canal where a particularly delightful family was having a swim. One of
the younger ones had climbed up to the road bridge and was preparing to jump
into the canal from the bridge… I didn’t want to get involved; perhaps I was
being judgemental but they didn’t look like they would take advice.
Bearing in mind the canal is at best six feet deep I
wonder if his leg bones survived?
We came home and had a bit of lunch. I wrote
up some CPD and fell asleep for over an hour. I *really*
hate that. When I want to be awake I’m snoring. And at four o’clock tomorrow
morning I shall be wide awake.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a rather good bit of dinner, and with that scoffed we went out to Chilham
village square where a Dutch chap who was holidaying in the nearby hotel had
organised a geo-meet. Half a dozen of us sat in the evening sunshine and
chatted about out little hobby…
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