I’m a very superstitious person (for all that
superstitions are total bollox). Many years ago my mother told me that the
first thing I should say on the first day of every month was “White Rabbits,
White Rabbits, White Rabbits”. And so I have done for years. Consequently I
was rather miffed that my first words this morning were “fuksake” as I
knocked the bedside clock flying.
I opened the first window of my Lego Advent Calendar… and for
the sixteenth year wished I’d opened it months ago, then went to the bathroom
where I rather enjoyed having a shave. I signed up for the Movember thing a
month ago after we came home from a geo-meet on the evening of the last day of
October. After a few beers it seemed like a good idea. In the cold light of the
next day it didn’t, but by the morning of the first day of November I’d already
had fifty quid of donations so I rather felt I had to go ahead with it.
In the end the mutton chops didn’t look quite as bad as
they might have been. I think that being grey they looked far better than they
had the last time I did it in 2012. I’m told they made me look very distinguished
but they’ve gone now, and I’m also told I now look fifteen years younger..
They might come back at some stage… who knows.
I made toast and had a look at the internet. There was a
minor episode on one of the Facebook groups I moderate, The group is about an
obscure series of books from many years ago. Just recently some chap has been
posting AI generated pictures of the various characters. Personally I didn’t
think that he’d got any of them remotely right, but he was contributing to the
group which is more than most people do. Someone else took exception to all the
AI pictures last night and had posted a rather nasty comment which (as a
moderator) I deleted. The chap who’d posted the AI pictures apologized when
he had nothing to apologize for, and the chap who’d made the nasty comment
couldn’t understand how he could disagree without being disagreeable, left the
group in a sulk and everyone else was happy… which was probably for the best.
And I had a suggestion for a possible Facebook friend. Facebook
periodically prompts me to send friend requests to people I might know.
Generally I don’t know the people in question but this morning it came up with
a rather interesting choice. I have no idea who the chap it suggested is; I’ve
never met him. But I and this fellow have four mutual Facebook friends. Two
geocachers, someone I met through astronomy, and someone with whom I took
scouts to Canada all those years ago. Sometimes it is quite amazing just who
knows who.
It was drizzling this morning, but I took the dogs out
anyway. With time being short this morning we went to Orlestone woods for which
really should be the last time this winter. The trouble with Orlestone woods is
that there are two really muddy parts which really can’t be avoided. So no
matter what route you take, you get filthy.
But we had a good half-hour walk.
As we drove home the pundits on the radio were talking
about the search for extra-terrestrial intelligence. Some people take the
subject seriously; some don’t. And some people delight in showing their
ignorance. The presenter really did ask one of the experts being interviewed
just how important it was to look into space when searching for
extra-terrestrial intelligence. Where did he think aliens hang put? Tesco?
We came home; the dogs had paws and bellies washed. After a
quick cuppa I took Pogo to collect “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”
from her appointment and took them both home on a circuitous route via
Canterbury. On the way home I stopped off for a little geocache near Hythe, but
sadly the hint was “small tree” and I got to where my sat-nav said I
should be only to find the wreckage of a small tree which had been cut down. Ho
hum…
Instead we had a little geo-mission near home over
lunchtime which was successful and earned us an origami rabbit.
I made us another cuppa, did some CPD, then realized that I
had neither Munzed nor Wordled. I put that right then had a go at the bots on
chess dot com… and failed miserably.
“My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” came round with a white chocolate advent calendar
for me, and once we’d had dinner, “er indoors TM” went
bowling. I settled on the sofa and watched the last episode of “Brideshead
Revisited”. Six days to watch the lot… I wonder what I shall watch next?
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