I had a rather good night’s sleep and didn’t wake
until five o’clock when I found myself huddled up with Morgan. I lay dozing,
but couldn’t stop thinking about Uzbekistan having seen it on telly last night.
Or not so much Uzbekistan as our holiday group. We went on a guided tour with
twenty-five other people. Over a week and a half friendships were forged and we
became close. Then at the airport everyone just went their separate ways
without (for the most part) even saying goodbye. Is this how these
guided tours work? I suppose it is how the world works really. I’ve done three
residential courses with the Open University where I met some great friends and
immediately lost contact with them. Or look at people with whom I worked for
years who I’ve now not seen for years.
I made toast and had my usual trawl round the
Internet. It was still there. And people were still quarrelling. No matter what
the subject (politics, religion, geocaching, dogs, 1980s music, 1970s kids
comics, Star Trek, tattoos, Poldark, Upstairs Downstairs…) people couldn’t
resist the chance to be nasty to each other. I moderate a Facebook group about
“Upstairs Downstairs” and this morning I had to remove a comment in
which some irate Canadian was telling someone from Manchester to “f… off”.
I had an email. The Wherigo I’d been working on had
gone live, and I’d got an e-souvenir for having had a
geocache published in May
I Munzed, and Wordled my way from “found”
through “spine” and “blink” to get “bring” on the fourth
attempt.
As I fiddled about Steve was on the radio. This week’s
“Guess the Lyrics” competition was “She likes to wear her leather
boots because it’s exciting for the veterans and it’s a tonic for the troops”.
I knew that right away. “She’s So Modern” by the Boomtown Rats.
And having got the thumbs-up we got ready for Dog
Club.
I got to Dog Club early. Having been told that there
were issues with the lock that I needed to sort out I took a can of WD40 and
gave it a squirt. That did the trick.
And then the dogs all arrived and we had a great time.
Dogs ran and chased and generally ran riot as dogs do.
“er indoors TM” set off to craft
club. I brought the dogs home. As I drove Steve was doing the mystery year
competition on the radio. I thought I had it with the clues of “Fraggle Rock”
and “You Bet”, and then Steve made a boo-boo referring to the
Telecommunications Act (1984). Woops! – but it confirmed that my ideas were
right.
I made myself a cuppa as my phone pinged. There was another
post in the “Upstairs Downstairs” Facebook group from the irate
Canadian. This time she was telling someone in Australia to “drop dead”
do I banned her. But it’s a bit pathetic, isn’t it? Who on Earth gets
themselves banned from an “Upstairs Downstairs” Facebook group?
I had a tittle tidy-up, scrubbed some ot the limescale
out of the toilet (which was a strangely satisfying job)
And when “er indoors TM” came
home we made the most of the weather by having a beer in the garden. Steve and
Sarah joined us for an hour or so until the rain hit, and then we came in and
sparked up the Infinity table.
A lazy day, but a good one…
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