I didn’t sleep very well. I got up, made toast and had
a look to see what had happened overnight. That idiot President Trump had made
a deal
with the Russians to buy loads of Russian oil as his
war in the Middle East isn’t going as well as he’d hoped. Only a few weeks ago
he was threatening sanctions against anyone who was buying Russian oil. The
Ukrainians have got the right arse over the deal, but are their days numbered?
Remember when the Russians were accused of blowing up that oil pipeline in the
Baltic? Now it would seem that the
Ukrainians did it. Did they? Who knows.
A friend of mine was banging the drum of boycotting
expensive large music venues and supporting small local bands. An admirable
sentiment *if* you can find a small local band that isn’t totally
dreadful. Most are.
There wasn’t much else happening on social media.
Steve wasn’t on the radio this morning; he was having
a little holiday. Quite often his stand-in isn’t the same. Today there was no
stand in. There wasn’t even music playing. There was just silence on the radio,
the Alexa and via the Internet.
So I listened to Radio Four instead who were
interviewing some civil servant about some promise that a politician had made (the
details of the promise are irrelevant). The civil servant spoke volumes
when he said “I do wish politicians wouldn’t say that sort of thing, it just
raises expectations that simply can’t be delivered”.
That speaks volumes about our political system,
doesn’t it?
And there was some supporter of Liverpool FC on the
radio who was whinging about some financial irregularity of the
Manchester City football team. It struck me that he wasn’t whinging out of any
sense of fair play or legal rightness. Like all football fans he had *his*
team and all others were just wrong and evil for the simple reason that they
weren’t his team.
I Munzed, capping a Widdlz workshop (as you do),
and Wordled. This morning I started with “radio” which gave me
absolutely nothing so I started again. Eventually. Can you think of a word that
doesn’t have any of the letters of “radio” in it? Eventually I hit on “blush”.
From there I went to “bugle” (as I used to play one) and I got it
on the fourth attempt with “bumpy”.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club. There’s been a
lot of petty bickering behind the scenes about Dog Club. Basically two of the
people at the later group have had a squabble and one has gone running off to
the people who own the paddock full of petty tales. Quite frankly I’m sick of
hearing about their issues. But we had a rather good session even if Morgan did
disgrace himself (as he does).
From Dog Club we drove out to Badlesmeere where we met
Karl and Tracey. They’d had a “sort it out” email from geocaching HQ
qbout one of their geocaches which had had a spate of “did not find”
logs. We walked out and found the thing was exactly where it was supposed to
be.
But we had a good walk. As we walked Treacle
disappeared into a thicket. She eventually returned, and when she did she had a
freshly killed pheasant in her mouth. Am I wrong in being rather proud that my
old lady is still a dangerous wolf?
From Badlesmere we drove up to Oare where the monthly
geo-meet was taking place. We got there early and had quite the feat before
everyone else arrived. Some very good snacks, some rather decent pints of Late
Red, and the chance to catch up with old friends and to meet new friends.
I slept for much of the way home, as I so often do
after these monthly geo-meets.
We came home. Whilst we were out I took some photos. I
do that. I AI-ed some of them. We got take-out from
the Chinese down the road and spent the evening on the Infinity Table…
A rather good day.
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