I got up and went straight out to the little pond. The
water level was fine. So how had it emptied itself on Saturday?
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. There
wasn’t a lot going on, so I took the dogs out a tad earlier than we night
usually go. As we drove up there the pundits on the radio were talking about
how it has been discovered that every time President Trump makes some
announcement that will affect the world’s financial markets, a few minutes
before he does someone makes investments and then makes a killing… almost as
though they knew what he was going to say. Not that anyone was suggesting that
people were being tipped off as that would be very illegal…
We got to the woods where there were only half a dozen
cars in the car park. Rather different to last week. We walked our usual walk.
We didn’t see anyone else, we didn’t roll in anything or wallow in anything. We
chased a few squirrels, but they all got away. Perhaps if the dogs were a tad
more stealthy they might have more luck?
After four and a bit miles we were back at the car.
The “bit” was arguable depending on whether you believe my watch or my
phone.
We came home via Riversdale Road where there were
reports of missing geocaches. One was missing; one wasn’t. I replaced the
missing one, but might archive it soon. It’s a Wherigo I wrote. The idea is
that you play a little game on your phone and as you go through the game you
read the words and it tells you where the final geocache is found. But if you
don’t read the words but just keep pressing the buttons as fast as you possibly
can you miss the information you need and you end up in the wrong place.
Basically it is an exercise in following instructions… but pretty much no one
reads the instructions, everyone ends up in the wrong place and then they keep
sending me messages that the thing is missing when it isn’t. Today, though, it
was..
It seemed like a good idea at the time but I shall
probably archive it soon and replace it with a simple film pot under a rock…
either when the local hunter of First To Finds is on holiday, or I shall prime
someone else to go get it first.
We came home where it took me a little while to park.
There’s some chap who lives locally who doesn’t like cars parked anywhere near
his car, so given a space big enough for two and a half cars he makes a point
of parking right in the middle so no one can park near his car. I saw red and
spent a few minutes shoehorning my car into the tiny space he’d left. I *might*
have bumped his car a couple of times as I squeezed into the space, but that’s
his problem. The parking bay outside our house has space for seven cars, and
too many times there’s only four cars there because of the frankly stupid
parking that goes on.
Once home I voomed round the garden gathering turds.
It’s an endless job. And with turds gathered I had a cuppa. I did think about
tidying up the garden storage box; after all it has been a little while since
the door closed on the thing. But my back was aching a bit. I’ll do that
tomorrow, eh?
I played around with Microsoft CoPilot, I Munzed, I
Wordled from “walks” through “wharf” to “weave” on the
third go… eventually. How many five-letter words are there that start with “w”
and have “a” in the middle, but don’t have an “h” in them?
I got myself a bit of lunch and settled in front of the
telly underneath a pile of dogs and watched more episodes of “The Man In The
High Castle” in which Colonel Tigh from BattleStar Galactica
turned up as a rogue vicar.
“My Boy TM” popped in. Would
I look after his scooter whilst he went for a haircut? He’s got one of these
electric scooters – the sort of thing he swears about when anyone else is
scooting about on one. Apparently it has a top speed of sixteen miles an hour
and he can get from his house to ours in seven minutes which is probably faster
than I could drive it.
“er indoors TM” came
home from work with a job lot of shopping, boiled up scran and then went bowling.
I again settled in front of the telly underneath a pile of dogs and watched
more episodes of “The Man In The High Castle”. The plot has taken a
rather exciting turn – Hitler has croaked.
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