3 May 2026 (Sunday) - Hic !

I had something of an early night last night, and then woke at two o’clock. I dozed on and off, but my numb hand was tingling, my bad shoulder was aching, and I’d got the song “Remember You’re a Womble” playing on repeat in my head.

I got up at seven o’clock, made toast, and was somewhat dismayed to see the petty bickering was still continuing in the “Upstairs Downstairs” Facebook group. One person had taken great exception that I’d banned people for swearing at others. Apparently I’d gone against pretty much every rule of decent society by banning free speech. I chucked him out right away. We don’t want his sort. Free speech doesn’t mean people have the right to be deliberately offensive. And someone had declared that someone else was an idiot. They got the heave-ho too.

I thought about putting up another “argue nicely” post but that just seems to be a red rag to a bull for so many people.

I sent out birthday wishes, then Munzed. The Clan War started today… or “Gauntlet Game” as it’s now called. Effectively it is still scanning bar codes on lamp posts so it has changed in name only. But I opened Qrates, put out cards and had a Widdle too.

I Wordled. Starting with “night” gave me absolutely nothing. So I started again with “salve” which also gave me nothing. Having effectively wasted two goes I only had four tries left. “Proof” was a step in the right direction, and I got it with “puffy” on the fourth attempt. 

 

With thunderstorms forecast for the day we got ready for the off. Pausing only briefly to get some overpriced petrol we drove up to the Medway services for what was (in all honesty) one of the worst geo-meets I’ve been to.

We met up at the Medway services where a whole load of geocaching ad-labs had been set up. I’d been part of that, I’d actively encouraged the thing and in retrospect I wonder if I should have. To my mind the whole point of a geocaching meet is to meet up with old friends and to meet new friends. Most people at today’s meet  were sitting in silence fiddling on their phones doing the ad-labs. I very soon lost interest with the ad-labs and couldn’t get away from there quick enough. My geocaching score went up by one hundred and thirteen today… I can’t help but think that’s not right.

 

Form there we drove out to Sheerness and Whelan’s. We got some bits and bobs, and from there went on to Sittingbourne. We had a particularly good afternoon in Karl and Tracy’s garden.

Now that was the place to be. The afternoon became much more vague as it went on…