As I peered in to Facebook this morning (as I do)
I found myself wasting time watching some inane video. In the caption that went
with it the chap who’d posted the video was asking for financial contributions
so’s he could carry on posting videos. Perhaps he’s destitute? Perhaps he needs
the money? Perhaps I’m being a tad uncharitable? But it just seems to me that
there are more and more walks of life like writing and sports/athletics and
posting to social media (!) that aren’t hobbies any more but paid
professions. Some people pay to watch others playing video games on You-Tube.
And now someone wants to monetarise their Facebook feed.
If anyone wants to sponsor me whinging about Bailey
rolling in fox poo…
I also saw a video posted by a colleague who was on
holiday somewhere in the far east. Originally from Nepal, she travels all over
the world and posts the most amazing videos from where she visits. Sometimes I
think I should travel more… but then for all that I like being away somewhere
different, I detest all the travelling and farting about in airports. And I get
rather (very) homesick very easily.
And another colleague had posted up a video of
Morecambe and Wise. Am I the only person in the world who doesn’t think them
funny?
I Munzed… with only two days to go, one of the members
of our Munzee clan still had quite a few Munzing things to do. Everyone else
was done a week ago, but not this one. We’ve never not hit our monthly targets.
I shrugged, hung the washing out, and we got ready for
an outing.
The dogs needed a walk, and so did I. There were a few
geocaches near Faversham that met the specific requirements for the current
load of e-souvenirs so we thought they might guide us on a little walk.
They did.
We walked a mile across some rather pretty fields.
They probably won’t be pretty fields for long though; not at the rate that the
nearby new houses were being built. We walked back to the car and drove to a
little water mill in Faversham, and then to the other side of the town for
another little walk.
Sadly the second little walk was nowhere near as
pretty as the first. The route took us past some overgrown allotments. In some
parts of the world there is a waiting list of years to get an allotment. There
seems to be no shortage of the things in Faversham.
I found a dead mouse; fortunately none of the dogs
noticed it. But we found everything geocachical that we went looking for, and got our e-souvenirs
too.
As we walked so my phone pinged. Our Munzee clan had
reached our second monthly target. That was a result.
We came home. I got the washing in. I’d taken a few photos whilst we were out so
I told the Internet about them, and with “er indoors TM” off
shopping I played the bots at chess. Those bots are rather good.
I then looked at a little geo-challenge
that I’d forgotten about. I actually qualify for it, so when I’m next in the
vicinity of the Bluewater shopping centre I’ll hunt it out.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a good roast which we scoffed whilst watching “Lego Masters: Australia”
in which the contestants were warned about “the curse of the butterfly”
(apparently it’s a Lego thing!). Tonight was the semi-finals, and the woman
I really don’t like is through to the finals…
And I’ll end today with something of a mystery. Today
I’ve been quite active walking here, there and thither. Yesterday I was at work
and did two thousand more steps.
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