Yesterday I mentioned about the bad night I’d had
previously, and so it was hardly surprising that I spent three hours fast
asleep on the sofa yesterday evening. And so having had some sleep I lay awake
for most of the night (again).
I eventually gave up trying to sleep, got up, made
toast and watched an episode of “The Young Ones” then had a little look
at the Internet. It was still there, and was the same as ever. For the last few
weeks my Facebook feed has been filled with geometric puzzles based on
Pythagoras’s theorem, and idiotically simplistic questions being posted to
work-related groups. Yesterday I made a pointed reply to one such question
suggesting that acute leukaemia *wasn’t* best treated with ointment, and
followed it with” FFS”. That comment had garnered quite a few “likes”
overnight.
Steve was on the radio – he’d got a new jingle with
goats singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” – it was rather good. I
Munzed, and Wordled my way from “ghost” to “white” via “thank”
and “chute”. The “Guess the Lyrics” competition came on the radio
– “It’s an occupation, we’re a dancing nation, we keep the pressure on every
night”. No? – I had no idea either. It was “Respectable” by Mel and
Kim.
Being Saturday we drove round to Repton where we had a
rather chilly Dog Club. But despite it being the last weekend before Christmas
we had a dozen dogs along, and a great time was had by all.
From Dog Club we drove off towards Winchelsea Beach.
As we drove Steve was doing the Mystery Year competition on the radio. Jockey
Harvey Smith giving the judges the V-sign and Spaghetti Junction opening. It
wasn’t 1973 like I thought it was. It was 1971, and Benny Hill had the Christmas No 1.
Over the last couple of weeks we’ve been collecting
Origami Animals by finding particular geocaches, and having found thirteen out
of fourteen we had only one left to find. There was a qualifying geocache at
Camber Castle so parking up at Winchelsea Beach would give us a nice dog walk
out to it.
We parked up at a layby on the coast road and had a
rather good little (three or so miles) walk along quiet lanes and
footpaths across the Rye Harbour nature reserve. It was a shame there was quite
so much cow dung everywhere, but you can’t have everything.
We soon found the geocache we were looking for – it
was near a memorial stone for a young lad who’d died
during the war. And finding it have us an origami crane and an e-souvenir for
finding a geocache over the winter solstice.
I took a few photos as we walked.
We came home via the farm shop where we got some
sausage rolls for lunch and some stout for later, then came home. The dogs got
scrubbed, as did our trousers. And half a dozen tennis balls. There’s quite a
collection of filthy tennis balls at the Dog Club field. More and more of the
dogs are turning their noses up at the grubby ones and are squabbling over the
one clean one I bring along. So I harvested some grubby tennis balls, brought
them home and chucked them in the washing machine with our trousers.
We scoffed the sausage rolls then I had a little think
about today’s Advent story, hung out the washing
and fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of someone at the door. Martin had
called round. We had a cuppa and put the world to rights, then I got out the
hoover and voomed round with it. You’d be amazed how much muck it generated. I
blame the dogs.
Chris arrived with the big Infinity table, and Steve
and Sarah soon followed. We had a rather good evening and I won some of the
games. Result !!
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