I woke far earlier than I needed to and lay awake for
too long. I eventually got up, made toast and had a stroke of genius (I do that
from time to time). Last night a new puzzle geocache
had gone live not *that* far from work but I had no idea how to solve
the puzzle. But this morning I had an idea. Going on-line to blag a copy of the
second Harry Potter book gave me the numbers I wanted and the geo-checker said
my answer was correct. And it was on the way to work (sort-of).
As I drove off to find this cache there was some right
old tripe on the radio. There was a lot of talk about some Russian bishop who
was supposedly getting backhanders from Vladimir Putin. There were two theories
as to why this might be. Either the bishop had some gossip on Vlad, or Vlad was
sucking up to the Almighty.
And there was an interview with one of the head
honchos at the Mother's Union which
is a sort of religious version of the Women's Institute. The woman being
interviewed seemed to be rather jealous of the W.I. for no reason that I could
fathom. I gave up listening to the drivel on the radio. Sunday morning radio is
usually on the rubbish side (at best). I listened to Adrian Mole
on MP3 instead. This morning he was squabbling with the love of his life. Some
things are universal...
It wasn't long before I was in some obscure back
street near Sevenoaks. There was no one about, I rummaged on a street sign and
soon had the geocache I was hunting. And no one else had got there before me. I
was First to Find. Result. Go me.
As I drove on to work there were a few spots of rain
on the windscreen. A tiny shower. Not much, but some rain. And then I noticed
the roads were awash. That wasn't rain. That was leaking pipes. You'd think
that what with all this talk of drought and water shortages the water companies
would be on the case wouldn't you? The trouble is that they are on the case.
Their case being making money for foreign investors. Sadly the days when a UK
water company had actually providing water as its main raison d'etre are
long gone.
I got to work. I thought better of the cooked brekkie
as it gave me belly-ache last time. Instead I popped into the works M&S and
got myself a croissant then got on with the morning.
The original plan for today had been a little wander
round Eastling doing a few geocaches to finish off the current set of
geocaching Treasures. But on Friday the boss had phoned. There had been a minor
staffing disaster at work and she’d had to ask people to swap shifts about. And
having solved her immediate staffing issue she would need someone to step into
the breach this morning. Could I help?
Oh, go on then. I didn’t mind really. If I did I
wouldn’t have spent a life in hospital work, would I? And the weather forecast
was against doing much today. It had been rather warm yesterday and the
forecast was for thirty degrees from mid-day onwards.
According to my car’s thermometer it was thirty-three
degrees when I finished and came home.
I drove slowly through the “Operation Brock”
stupidity, and once home we had a cheese roll for lunch. You can’t go wrong
with a cheese roll.
We spent the afternoon sitting in the garden (in
the shade) until “er indoors TM” set
off on cat duty. I had a shower, put some washing in, and wrote
up some CPD.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching more “Bake
Off: The Professionals”. And then we started watching “Ann Droid”. Bearing
in mind the writers and the cast, the first episode was a tad disappointing.
It might perk up though. Here’s hoping.
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