I was asleep for nine hours last night. That was
something of a result.
I made toast as I do… and somehow stuck both slices in
the same slot of the toaster so I ended up with two bits of toast each with one
burnt side and one uncooked bread side. I scoffed it anyway.
As I scoffed I peered into the Internet. More and more
people are now off work for the holidays. Quite a few have compulsory holiday
at this time of year as their firms shut down. Quite a few were rather
resentful about it, and understandably so. With only about eight hours of
daylight and that being cold (at best) it is a rather crap time of year
to have a holiday.
I checked my emails. Someone had been round my
geocaches in Kings Wood and had reported two of them to be missing, so that
immediately planned our morning walk.
I had a quick Munz, and as “er indoors TM” did
Dog Brekkie I got ready for out walk.
As we drove there was some utter drivel on the radio
about poetry. Apparently you could get all sorts of insights into the writer’s
mind from the poems… I was reminded of our old English teacher who spouted the
same sort of tosh and made amazing leaps of (so-called) logic. I can
remember him being adamant that it was far better to call a peacock a “blue
umbrella” rather than a peacock, and I can remember him being incredibly
angry when he’d waxed loquacious about the mother and baby bond forged from
their blood mixing only to be told about what the placenta does.
We got to the woods and went for a little stroll. It
started well or badly (depending on your personal perspective) as a
young lady jogged by. With leggings two sizes to small and a bra that almost (but
not quite) covered her jubblies, she might as well have run round in the
nip.
Our route followed the southern edge of the woods
today (as that’s where the supposedly missing geocaches were). Along
that edge of the woods is a tall fence that has little spaces underneath that
dogs could get through, and about half a mile the other side of that fence was
continuous squawking of pheasants and continuous gunshots. There was clearly a
hunting party going on, and the dogs were going mad trying to get to the
pheasants. I was glad when our route turned away from the fence.
We saw a deer (just one). Being the start of
the holidays we saw quite a few people taking their dogs out because it was
holidays. Holiday dog walkers are a pain in the glass. They are utterly
oblivious to the world around them until I get to within five yards of them. By
then their dog is quite happy sniffing and playing with my pack, but they still
go absolutely berserk and demand all dogs go on to the leads but are utterly
unable to explain why. We had this twice today.
We’d had reports that two geocaches were missing; I
couldn’t find them so I put new ones out.
It was only a shame that I didn’t realise that my “Map
My Walk” app had stopped about ten yards after I’d started it…
We came home where seriously muddy bellies were hosed
in the bath. This time of year the dogs get a bath after pretty much every
walk. I know several people who say their dogs hardly ever get a bath. They
must be ripe.
I made up both a cuppa, put the first load of washing
in to scrub, opened the Advent Calendar, then looked at
Wordle. Starting with “bloke” I then went through “round” and “conic”
to get “conch” on the fourth attempt.
I had a go at chess dot com and didn’t do very well.
I wrote up some
CPD, and made a start on next year’s birthday video
before hanging out the first load of laundry and starting on the next..
I spent the afternoon slobbing on the sofa watching
episodes of “Four
In A Bed”. The first place visited was a rather average
B&B. The second was a massively overpriced place which catered to people
who like paying over the odds. The third place was a grim pub up north run by a
chap who delighted in telling everyone else how bad they were, and took great
offence whenever anyone found fault with his place (and there was a lot of
fault to find), and the fourth place was a rather grubby cottage with
bedrooms run as a bit of a hobby by a pair of retired teachers. As is always
the case the first place to go on won as being first none of the contestants had
had time to fall out.
I followed this with The Two Ronnies Christmas Special
from yonks ago, the Carry On Christmas special and Top of the Pops 1978. All
were sadly rather lame; none had stood the test of time.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up bacon and egg rolls which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “Game
of Wool”. I could do knitting…
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow…
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