I had maybe three hours sleep last night. I got up and made
toast and peered into the Internet. Facebook is my usual go-to, but it seemed
to be having an episode. As well as telling me I had thousands of notifications
but not showing me any, it told me about the same birthdays it old me yesterday
and my so-called “news” feed was filled with stuff from weeks ago. But I
did see one thing that made me think. Cereals,
getting married, going to the gym, soap, beer and restaurants all seem to be in
decline.
Mind you, the Facebook bots were well aware that I’d been
looking at Infinity Tables yesterday judging by the amount of adverts I had for
them.
The plan for the morning was (as always) to take the
dogs out, but it was a bit damp outside, so instead I cracked on with a
geo-project. There’s plans afoot for a big series of Adventure Labs, and I got
my contribution ready. The plan is for it to be released on an unsuspecting
public some time in the New Year.
The dogs weren’t happy at our not going out… I decided
against going to the woods. With heavy rain showers forecast I didn’t want to
be stuck in a torrential downpour in a swamp two miles from the car. So “er
indoors TM” joined us this morning and we took four
dogs (Pogo had a little sleepover last night) round the local roads
having a little Munzee session. I say “little” – we walked nearly two
miles and Munzed over forty times.
We came home for a cuppa. I got Wordle (lurid) on
the third attempt then had a look at planning tomorrow’s booze-up… The plan was
to meet up with my brother for a beer or two in Rye. But what with it being the
bonfire procession tomorrow evening the last train comes back to Ashford at
quarter to three in the afternoon. You’d think that there would be thousands of
potential customers an they’d put on extra trains, wouldn’t you? But no – they are
topping the trains altogether, Go figure.
“My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” came to visit and use the shower. They’ve got
issues with their boiler in that something inside it has melted and is giving
off iffy fumes.
With them scrubbed we put the world to rights. At the
moment there’s a lot in our world which needs putting to rights. One day I will
elaborate… but not today.
And with them off to get grubby again and the drizzle
getting worse we had something of a dull day doing housework. We cleared the
shelves of dragons and Lego, had a good dust around, cleared away all the other
assorted rubbish which had been put on shelves and left, and then put it all
back together again. It only took three hours.
We had a bit of toast for a late lunch, then cracked on
with more shelf clearing/cleaning. We cleared out the shelves behind the telly.
Amongst other tat I found a pair of glasses from six years ago.
I had a little sleep, and then put the telly on and watched
something on the Film 4 channel. I can remember going to the cinema many years
ago to see Daleks –
Invasion Earth 2150 and thinking it was brilliant. Now… it’s an
entertaining film, but the plot has got more holes than my socks.
As I watched the daleks so I scoffed a bowl of peanuts…
“er indoors TM” boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the final of Taskmaster. It
was rather good, but my innards are giving me gyp. I blame the peanuts…
Oh – and if you give a bung of twenty quid or more to the
stupid moustache thingy, the nice people at Pringles will match your donation.
If you want to give a donation to it, here’s the links (again)…
I’m nearly up to two hundred quid…
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