16 December 2018 (Sunday) - Xmas Cachers' Party

Just as I was about to got to bed last night my lap-top beeped at me. I’d been tagged in a post on Facebook. Stevey had nominated me to do the “book challenge” thingy. Every day for the next week I’ve got to post (on Facebook) the cover of a book I love. Every so often I publish on here a list of my favourite books; although it changes periodically, on the whole my top ten books have remained pretty much constant over the last ten years. I immediately replied by posting up a picture of what I consider to be the best book in the history of the universe (bar none); “The Mote in God’s Eye”, and went to bed.

For all that everyone was up in the attic room with "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" I had a restless night. Pogo came to see me several times.  I got up for the loo just before five o’clock and found dog sick in the kitchen. Was it Pogo? He was sick a few times yesterday. For all that he is the biggest of the dogs and is something of a lump, he is very much the baby of the pack. I wonder if he has eaten something he shouldn’t? His sister does all the time.

I got up properly at eight o’clock. Bearing in mind I’m transmitting the advent calendar to the world every evening I thought I might make the book challenge a morning thing to space it all out a bit. After all there is only so much you can put on the Internet at once, isn’t there? I put up my second book choice: “Earth Abides”. A book I must have read over a hundred times. Like my first book choice, I am now on to the second copy of it as the first one fell apart from over-reading.

As "er indoors TM" fought with "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" to get him dressed I realised the soap in the bathroom was rather soggy. I had this plan to dry it out in the microwave. Not one of my better ideas…
We then drove littlun back to Margate where he immediately had something of a meltdown. "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" had been waiting for him to return so they might put up their Christmas decorations. "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" just wanted to play his computer game. We left them fighting and drove to Leybourne for the county geocachers’ Christmas meet.
It was rather a good meet; a chance to catch up with friends, a few beers, a good laugh, and quite a decent haul in the raffle.
I was presented with a trophy for my efforts for the noble pursuit of hunting Tupperware over the last year; I didn’t think I’d really done that much for the hobby recently. Others would seem to disagree with me.
I took quite a few photos today. I’ve commented recently how over the last year I’ve rather stepped back from the social side of geocaching a little. Perhaps I should get back into it a tad more?

I slept most of the way home. Perhaps the six pints and three large glasses of port had something to do with that?
Once home we woke sleeping dogs. Treacle had a good woof at the balloon we’d brought home, and we had a cuppa and slice of cake (raffle prize).
"er indoors TM" has gone bowling. I wonder what’s on telly?

15 December 2018 (Saturday) - Wherigos, Stormageddon...

I woke full of energy and raring to go at four o’clock. So I did what I sometimes to in those situations. I got up, had a bit of brekkie, watched some telly and went back to bed.
I got up properly at half past eight. With "er indoors TM" having spent the night with "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" in the attic room, our bed hadn’t been filled out with dogs last night. Most restful.

Over brekkie I had a look at the Internet. There was much the same as ever filling out social media. Ranting and trivia abounded. I saw that some friends had gone to the Bruges Christmas market today. Others had gone last weekend. We went to Bruges last year. There had been talk of going to the Christmas market. I would like to have gone before Brexit effectively has the UK declaring war on Europe (!)… There were a few rants on Facebook about Brexit too. I nearly choked on my toast when one chap (who’s well-known locally for his bullying attitude) was chirping up about perceived Euro-bullying. Pots and kettles, pots and kettles.

Having a little time on my hands I produced a little pamphlet about spherocytosis and told the world about it. Or that part of the world that gets over-excited about that sort of thing. Doing so used to take up a large part of my time in a previous life; sometimes I miss it. But I have to show that I’m continually keeping up-to-date with all things work-related. Producing a Google document is the work of ten minutes, and the finished product does look rather special.
Leaving "er indoors TM", "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" and the terrible twins at home, Fudge and I walked over to Singleton Lake where we met Karl and Charlotte. We had a rather good (if rather cold) morning playing Wherigos . We carried things over a bridge, we found the Illudium Q36 explosive space modulator, we played “rock paper scissors” against a badger.
The plan was to have a quick half in Singleton Barn and then go on out to Great Chart, but as we got to the pub so the rain started, so we spent an hour or so inside warming up and putting the world to rights.

We came home; "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" had been baking. I had some biscuits. I then dozed on the sofa whilst others went to the pet shop for dog food.
I woke to find a major melt-down was taking place. “Rabbids” on the Wii was clearly beyond a four-year-old’s abilities. Fortunately that stressy fit soon passed, but it was only to be replaced with other stresses. However, “Lube-Tube” came to the rescue. You’d be amazed how many kids’ videos there are on there.
Eventually he tired of the telly and helped put up the Christmas tree…
Having him to stay is hard work…

14 December 2018 (Friday) - This n That

I was *so* glad when the alarm went off this morning. I had been embroiled in a (literal) nightmare scenario in which Prince William had been shot by terrorists and (just like in “Doctor Who”) had regenerated into a transvestite version of Adrian Edmonson. I had been tasked by British intelligent to keep the news of “Princess Adrian” secret whilst “Princess Adrian” was loudly opening a primary school.
I wonder what my subconscious was trying to tell me there?

Over a bowl of granola I watched an episode of “People Just Do Nothing” before sparking up my lap-top. Facebook had made a friend suggestion to me. I won’t say wo the person in question was; let’s just say I knew him some twenty years ago; he was a manager at work. A slimy little weasel who got the elbow. The last I heard of him was that he was selling life insurance in Dover. He’s been suggested to me by the automated system at Facebook because he is Facebook friends with my cousin and an old school mate who both live in Hastings. I should have a word with them…
My in-box was equally devoid of anything of note, so I opened my advent calendar, got myself organised for the day.

As I walked to my car I had another look for that comet. I couldn't see it.
I drove off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about a leak from the on-going Brexit negotiations in Brussels where a meeting had been described as "bad". They were interviewing some Czech official who was quick to offer reassurances. A "bad" meeting isn't one which ends up in one big punch-up. A "bad" meeting is (apparently) one which starts off with no obvious clear outcome.
Surely the whole point of having a meeting is that there is no clear outcome to whatever is being discussed, and that the meeting is to discover that outcome? Presumably there are therefore "good" meetings which do kick off with the outcome already decided. I’ve been to some of those.
I can't help but wonder why anyone would ever waste time having a meeting that wasn't "bad", but there are those whose entire life is spent in meetings and seem to love it.

There was also a lot of talk about how the Army is seven thousand recruits short this year. Blame was a assigned to a failure of the company who looks after army recruitment. It was out-sourced a few years ago to an on-line system.  The on-line system was four years late in being delivered and is so complicated that potential soldiers are finding that applying is too much hard work and are giving up at the keyboard rather than at the assault course.

Work was rather good; we had sweeties. Today was “Christmas Jumper Day”. My Christmas jumper once had flashing lights. They are long broken now. Perhaps it is time to get a new Christmas jumper; I might shop about in the January sales.

I came home and walked the dogs round the block. "er indoors TM" soon came home with "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" who is staying for the weekend. He asked if we might watch “Lube-Tube” (as he calls “You-Tube”, and that entertained him for about five minutes…