7 October 2025 (Tuesday) - A Power Flush

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.