As I scoffed toast I peered into the internet and saw that
my colleague on holiday in the far east had experienced a “rain stopped play”
moment in northern Thailand as a series of thunderstorms were in her way.
I also saw that “poopen sharten farten” was
supposedly Hindi for “full terms and conditions”… Sadly the fact that
actually it isn’t hasn’t stopped endless people posting this all over the
internet, but tht’s the Internet for you, isn’t it?. For every fact and correct
statement on-line there’s dozens of mistakes, inaccuracies and downright lies.
It would help if the masses weren’t so gullible and believed every word they
read.
And the current Town Crier of Rye has written a book about
the history of the office of Town Crier of Rye. To most people this would be a
matter of the utmost indifference. However the current Town Crier of Rye is an
old schoolfriend of mine, and (like me) he’s quite active on social
media. I might just get a signed copy of the book. This Saturday is the
seventy-second National Town Crier’s
Championship. It’s taking place in Rye and at the moment
the weather is looking good. That might be something to do after Dog Club if
only to catch up with my old mucker…
I munzed, getting a dozen out of the Skyland and out of the
Tree House too. That was a result.
I took the dogs out for a walk. As I drove the pundits on
the radio were interviewing the head honcho of British Transport Police about
how they aren’t going to be putting themselves out to review CCTV footage of bicycle
thefts any more. Well… that’s British Transport Police for you.
Back in the day “My Boy TM” was assaulted by the
staff at the local railway station and British Transport Police flatly refused
to do anything.
Mind you, the interviewer did let the interviewee speak,
which was an improvement on yesterday’s radio broadcast.
We got to the woods and had a good walk. We waded in a
swamp, we chased squirrels. We met another Jacksund that looked just like my
dear Fudge. But most importantly we didn’t disappear for half an hour. They
seem to be far better behaved in Kings Wood than they are elsewhere. Perhaps it
is because they know the woods?
We came home to uproar. A couple of weeks ago the nice
plumber disconnected the radiator in our hallway as it was leaking. He came
back to replace it today… and then took the replacement back to the shop and
came back with the right one. And then gave us a power flush as we’d not had
one since the central heating was installed in the early nineties. This
involved having some strange looking device sitting in the bath, and no end of
rusty water going down the drain for much of the day.
As the nice plumber crashed and bashed about I tried to do
some more of my Coursera course. Sadly they only let you do one week’s worth at
a time, and this week’s stuff is locked until Thursday.
I wrote up some CPD, and then
had a look at the geo-map. A new batch of Treasures had been released; this
time involving Earthcaches. An Earthcache involves going to some lump of rock
somewhere, doing your geology homework and sending it in to be marked. Some
people are quite harsh with their marking; some don’t care. I had a plan that I
could blag most of the homework from Google Street View. And I did. Five of the
seven I looked at are now pretty much blagged except the selfie that I have to
take when I get there.
I drove to Folkestone and collected “Daddies’ Little
Angel TM” and Pogo who were up for a sleepover.
As we scoffed dinner so we watched last week’s episode of “Bake
Off”. We’re now half way through this season and I’m still not warming to
any of the contestants… or really taking much of a dislike to any of them
either.
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