I woke at seven o’clock to the sound of loud barking…
only to find all dogs fast asleep. That was some really vivid dream. I went
back to sleep for another couple of hours.
I put a load of washing in to scrub, told Treacle off
for trying to bully Bailey off of her brekkie, made toast and had a little look
at the Internet. It was still there, and much the same as ever. I scoffed toast
whilst I watched another episode of “The Man In The High Castle” which
has seriously got me thinking recently. Set in America some fifteen years after
it (in another plane of reality) lost the second world war, so many of
the protagonists are fiercely patriotic about their home country, be it
America, Japan or Germany. We see this locally with flags being hung from lamp
posts…
Am I wrong in not having this patriotic fervour at all?
With telly watched I hung out the washing and set the
dishwasher going, then Munzed and Wordled. “Sound” gave me nothing so I
started again with “heavy” from where I went through “matey” and
“abbey” to “alley”.
We then took the dogs out. The weather forecast wasn’t
great so we wanted a short walk. We parked up in Kennington and walked across
the fields to where there was supposedly a geocache. We eventually found it…
and I squealed it up for needing some maintenance. The given co-ordinates were
quite a bit out, and the thing was a glass jar with a rusty lid. We then
continued on a (sort-of) circular walk home.
It was a shame that Bailey had to be so wilful as we
walked. She is fine when we go to Kings Wood or Longbeech or somewhere that we
know, but she can be a nightmare in places that are new to her. She didn’t get
*that* deep into the brambles, and there wasn’t really *that*
much blood from my hand when I finally got her out.
We came home. I harvested an epic crop of dog dung
from the garden, and looked at the bird feeder. Despite the Royal Society for
the Prevention of Birds (!) saying we
shouldn’t feed them, the sparrows do like a scoff. I
topped it up… We had a cuppa, I wrote
up some CPD.
With the forecast rain having come to nothing I got
the lawnmower out and trimmed the grass, watered the flowers, did “FEED THE
FISH”, cleaned out the aerator head on the pond, and sat by the pond for a
while until “er indoors TM” came
out to upset the dogs. She said it was practice for her sponsored skipping
thing, but the dogs (and Bailey in particular) *really* didn’t
like her skipping with a rope.
It got cold so I came in. And we both spent over an
hour on the next geo-project. Chris has got a 3-D printer and he’s printed us
each a puzzle geocache. They are rather good; a smashing little pressie for
which I for one am very grateful.
It’s a simple little idea. Open the blue cylinder and
sign the piece of paper inside… Once you’ve figured out how to open the thing
it is relatively straightforward, but it takes some figuring.
I’ll be honest – it is a really good present and I
think it is too good to stuff under a rock as a geocache. But that is what
Chris made it for. So if it is going to be a geocache I shall try to make
something decent of it. In the first instance I will need a location which
ideally has a seat so’s people can sit down with it, and is well away from
where the normal people might come across it by chance. And while I’m trying to
find a location I shall test the thing on a few people to see if anyone can
open it quicker than I did (i.e. in less than an hour) so I can judge
how to rate the thing’s difficulty.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pork chops which we scoffed whilst watching an episode of “Taskmaster”.
We’ve got the latest “Wallace and Gromit” film on now, but I might not stay
the course… I’m not feeling on top form.
I wonder what that’s all about?
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