I was so tired yesterday evening. I spent much of our
Zoom meeting dozing off, and went off to bed almost at the stroke of midnight…
We had a rather auspicious start to the year; I woke
at five o’clock to find “er indoors TM” clearing
dog sick from the bed. I took the dog sick downstairs to flush away only to
find the kitchen mat was soaking in the bath. One of the dogs (probably
Treacle judging by the quantity) had had a little (frankly epic)
accident.
Having been up for half an hour dealing with dog
issues, “er
indoors TM” went back to that bit
of the bedding which wasn’t in the washing machine. I gave up, made toast and
watched a couple of episodes of “The Young Ones” before sparking up my
lap-top.
Back in the day New Year’s Eve saw a flurry of text
messages wishing all the best for the New Year. This morning I had a flurry of
WhatsApp messages wishing all the best. I suppose that’s a sign of the times.
Who sends texts any more?
There wasn’t much happening on-line at half past six.
Presumably everyone was sleeping off the excesses of last night. I’d had a
rather good evening playing “Ticket to Ride” until half past ten, then
nodding off during our Zoom meeting. I’d rather have stayed awake, but you
can’t have everything.
In years gone past, the morning of New Year’s Day
would feature an early start for a major get-together of the local geocaching
community. Someone would put out a series of geocaches and organise for them to
go live on New Year’s Day. They’d also organise for everyone to meet up and
walk round this series together. I organised one such event ten
years ago when we had over thirty people along, and took part
in several.
Sadly we’ve only had one of these New Year’s Day
events in the last five years… it’s such a shame that so few people seem to be
prepared to organise anything these days. Had there been anything planned I
would have gone along. But there wasn’t so I volunteered to work.
It was cold and dark as I set off for work. But it was
a tad easier scraping the ice off the car this morning than it had been
yesterday. As I drove the pundits on the radio were having a special
programming about the problems facing parents of small children. I turned
that straight off and instead sang along to Ivor Biggun songs. It might be a
New Year, but some things stay the same.
As I drove up the motorway I could see the most
glorious sunrise in my rear view mirror, but by the time I got to somewhere
where I could stop and take a photo so the colours had dulled down.
I got to work and went into the canteen. I thought I
might have a cheese scone for brekkie. As today was a Bank Holiday the works
canteen weren't doing cheese scones. Instead I had the cooked breakfast. I had
exactly the same as I had a week ago on Christmas day for over a pound cheaper.
I mentioned the price difference to the woman on the till, but she wasn't
overly interested; she didn't want to be working on a Bank Holiday either.
And just like a week ago, the brekkie wasn't all that
good and didn't sit well either.
I did what I couldn’t avoid on a rather busy morning,
but I was only on for the morning. I headed home, collected “er
indoors TM” and the dogs and we
drove down to Broomhill Sands (near Camber) and had a rather good (if
rather cold) walk along the beach. A little way along the beach was a
geocache which needed a little puzzle to be solved before we could find it. We
found the notice board to which we had been directed, found the information we
needed, did the sums, and taking care to keep the dogs away from the dead fox we
soon had the geocache in hand. And got an e-souvenir too.
It was a shame that Morgan had to tiddle up the
sandcastles on the way back down the beach, but there it is.
There was a very nasty crunch as I drove put of the
rough car park and didn’t see a pot hole. I’m hoping no damage was done…
We came home for a cuppa. I spent a couple of hours
alternately reading the first Harry Potter book and falling asleep until “er
indoors TM” boiled up a very good
dinner.
We watched the first episode of the new series of “The
Traitors”. Who is a traitor, who is not? Realistically the thing has to be
a popularity competition. But like with all the previous series I found myself
fascinated with the hostess’s haircut and makeup. Presumably she’s been
professionally done up… Someone chose that look.
