23 September 2025 (Tuesday) - It Rained (A Lot)

 I had emails this morning… Yesterday I found there was an issue with one of the new geocaches I’d been planning. I thought I corrected the on-line listing but the geo-feds said I hadn’t. I tried to correct it again. And again. Despite saying that what I’d done had been saved the thing flatly refused to accept any update.

I created an entirely new listing and sent that in instead.

All of the new caches went live ten minutes later.

And after yesterday’s session, the dentist asked me to review them on Google. I didn’t but I drafted a reply to them… and thought better of sending it. They’d only take offence.

 

“er indoors ^TM” drove her car over to the garage for its MOT and service. I followed over with the dogs. As we drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing some minister or other about asylum seekers. They do that a lot. Whilst I feel for the poor people, the system doesn’t help them. For example the minister acknowledged that if any asylum seeker has an appointment with a doctor, they get given a taxi to take them. Surely that is something that could be stopped right now, isn’t it?

I fetched “er indoors ^TM” home, then took the dogs up to the woods for a walk. We walked pretty much our usual route, but as we went I decided to investigate a little clearing that we walk past. There was a little track leading out of it which we followed. We found another footpath in the woods. There really can’t be many more paths up there for us to find… can there?

 

We came home for a cuppa and a Belgian bun which put back pretty much all of the calories we’d walked off. That’s why I’m not losing weight…

I Munzed and Wordled and thought about cracking on in the garden, but it was raining. The forecast rain had arrived but was a couple of hours late. I wasn’t complaining though; we got round the woods without getting wet. Instead I wrote up some CPD until lunchtime when “er indoors ^TM” car was ready.

Again the weather forecast failed. The BBC’s forecast for out postcard said “light rain showers”; reality said “torrential rain”. But we set off to get her car.

 

We came home again. Again I wanted to crack on in the garden; again the rain was against me. So bearing in mind I’ve been asked to help with what the trainees see down the microscope I spent a little while updating that which I first wrote over twenty years ago until the rain stopped.

I then loudly announced that I was GOING TO FEED THE FISH and I’d never seen a dog move so fast as Treacle shifted. It was a shame that it was still raining, but the rain had certainly eased up on what it was.

 

I feel rather washed out… I’ve got to go to work tomorrow.