I slept like a log last night. Apart from a quick tiddle in
the small hours I was in my pit and sparko for ten hours. It was a shame I woke
up with a pain in my right hip. It plays up from time to time.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. There was quite
a bit of talk about yesterday’s fun at the Town Crier championships, and I’ve
been thinking about it quite a bit. Ashford doesn’t have a town crier. I wonder
if I might fill the void? Presumably I’d have to contact the local council
about it? Was there a town crier in the past? Is there all the regalia in a
cupboard somewhere at the civic centre? I’ve sent an email to the mayor. I
wonder what they might say on the subject?
There were also some photos of the old Royal East
Sussex Hospital on the Hastings History pages, and several people were
commenting about what happy times they’d had working there. I suppose I must
have had some good times there but, forty years later, I just remember what a
toxic place it was. I would walk in every morning, and the people I didn’t say
hello to right away would take offence and wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of
the day because I’d said hello to someone else first.
I Munzed, got Wordle (wound) on the fourth attempt
then took Morgan outside. He was asking to go out and let’s just say that it
was as well that he did.
I tried to carry on with my Coursera course about my digital
footprint, but hit a snag. It turns out that only the first week of
the course is free. If I want to carry on with it I have to pay. That’s cheeky;
Coursera courses never used to be like that.
I’m not paying.
I did some CPD, then we
took the dogs out.
We had a little walk along the Greensand Way sorting out
some issues with geocaches that “er indoors TM” had
hidden. Some needed new paper logs, some supposedly had iffy co-ordinates that
needed updating. As always geocaching maintenance boils my piss. Anyone could
pop in a new scrap of paper to be signed. If you think that the given
co-ordinates are awry, the device that makes you think that will provide you
with what it thinks they should be. Why not send those in rather than a snarky
message?
And with maintenance maintained it was only a short drive
to Orlestone Woods where we walked a shorter walk than we usually do. I say “a
shorter walk” – it was the walk which used to be our standard walk back when
Fudge was with us, but what now takes forty minutes used to take well over an
hour where he used to straggle so much.
We came home for a cuppa and the dogs were soon snoring, so
I woke them with the announcement that I was going to “FEED THE FISH”.
That made them sit up and pay attention.
And feeling rather worn out I slobbed on the sofa reading
my Kindle. “Diamond Mask” is the second book in a rather good series which I
have read many times… at least once a year since each book in the series was
published (the first being published over forty years ago). They are
rather good – I can never work out why they aren’t far more well-known.
“er indoors TM” boiled up meatballs and
pasta which we scoffed whilst watching the first episode of the current season
of “Taskmaster”, and then an episode of “Rich Holiday Poor
Holiday”. Have you ever seen it? Two pretentious idiots with far more
money than sense rough it on the sort of holiday that most people go on, and
then take two proles on a holiday that costs more than the average car.
It must be wonderful to have far too much money…
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