I had a good night last night; sleeping for nearly nine
hours. I woke to the sound of rain. It was forecast; it wasn’t a surprise, but
I always find the sound of rain to be depressing.
I got up, didn’t have a shave, made toast and peered into
the Internet as I do most mornings. It was still there. Not much would seem to
have happened overnight other than a few fireworks in Cuxton and Kennington.
There were those who loved them, and those who were up in arms that their pets
didn’t like them. It’s an argument that happens on-line hundreds of times every
bonfire season. Bearing in mind our lot don’t react to fireworks I’m not really
bothered either way, but pretty much the biggest achievement of the internet is
that it allows people to have bitter and trivial arguments with uneducated
half-wits that they will never meet.
Another achievement of the Internet is that using it to
keep a diary means I can see what I’ve done before… I knew I’d done MoVember in
the past. I’d forgotten that I’d done it three times, in 2008, 2009 and most
recently in 2012 when I raised a hundred quid. This morning I saw I was already
up to sixty-six quid.
Whilst we waited for the rain to stop I put in some
washing, wrote up some CPD, Munzed and
Wordled (rabid in three goes) whilst we listened to Lorraine Kelly on
Desert Island Discs.
The rain stopped. I put undercrackers in to wash, cleared
the dog dung from the garden and we took the dogs out. We needed one more
specific geocache to complete the “Plush Bird Watching” series of
Treasures, and there was one of those at Littlestone.
With that found we parked up just down the road at The Lade
car park and started walking down the beach. We just kept going until I had an
idea. I had a look at the map – The Pilot was just over the shingle bank, so we
popped into the place for a spot of lunch. A pint of decent ale, a half of
cider, a plate of chips and some whitebait. Very nice.
The Pilot has a very large dog-friendly area; about twenty
tables with at least one dog at each table. It had the potential to be one big
fight, but all the dogs were as good as gold. There was only a few barks and
most of theme were from Treacle who was demanding more whitebait.
There was a minor issue as we sat down when the normal
person at the table next to us assured me that having us sitting near his dogs
wouldn’t work, but with no other tables free we didn’t have much alternative.
As we left the chap said he was amazed at how well behaved his dogs had been.
If he was that unsure if them he should really have had them on leads, but what
do I know?
We walked back up the beach to the car where Bailey carried
on trying to instigate fights with Morgan, and having found no end of foul
beach things to eat on the way down, Treacle found even more on the way back.
I
took a few photos of a very good walk… a shame that we can’t do it more
often. I shall have to keep an eye on the tides.
We came home for a cuppa, and as we scoffed a very good
dinner of home-made mushroom soup we watched last week’s episodes of “Bake
Off” and “Taskmaster”.
Both were rather good.
And here we are at the end of the second day of MoVember. Some
people regularly don’t shave at the weekends, and even go several days between
having a scrape. How do they manage that?
The last time I did MoVember I raised a hundred quid so
that was my target for this time… I hit that target this evening. I might just try
to go a bit higher.
There’s still time to give us a bung. I *think* I’ve
sent out links on Facebook, but just in case…
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