26 February 2026 (Thursday) - Pressure Washing, Telly

I had a good night’s sleep which was something of a result. I got up at seven o’clock, made toast and had my usual look at the Internet.

There was an interesting post from “The Great British Pub Crawl” who probably made a mistake when answering a question about how he chooses his list of pubs to visit when goes to any given town. There was one particular pub in a town he’d visited which would (apparently) have been on any serious drinker’s itinerary but he hadn’t visited it. When asked why he hadn’t been to that one he said that they place had been approached to sponsor him and they’d chosen not to do so. I found myself reminded of a conversation I once had with the then manager of the Ypres Castle pub in Rye. At the time the place was far and away the best pub in Rye, but the manager openly admitted they would never get into CAMRA’s “Good Beer Guide” because he refused to put on the sumptuous buffet the judging committee expected to be given when they came round to inspect.

I wonder if CAMRA still operate that way? I was a member for years and was never once asked my opinion about my preferred local pub. I would just be told the decision made by the local committee.

And I sent out birthday wishes to someone who I thought was a lot older than me… but turns out to be a lot younger.

 

As I peered into the Internet so the bin lorry came up the road collecting the garden waste. They were a whole lot quieter that last Friday’s collection had been; not a single swear word was shouted up the street.

I Munzed, Wordled from “older” to “lance” via “leave” and “latte”, and got ready for the morning.

 

I drove the dogs up to the woods. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about Gianni Infantino who has been the president of FIFA for the last ten years and apparently has worked wonders for international football. I did have a wry smile when the windbag being interviewed explained the secret of this chap’s success. It was claimed that it was nothing to do with his football prowess. It was claimed that just like Boris Johnson, Elon Musk and Donald Trump (and several others who were also named), the bloke was predominantly an entertainer.

And that in a nutshell is precisely what is wrong with the world right now. (I know – I keep saying this).

 

We got to the woods. We walked a different route to our usual one. Back in the day we kept to the same old walk so much that Fudge flatly refused to walk any other routes and had to be dragged on a lead if I wanted a change.

We had a good walk. We avoided much of the mud. We discovered a new footpath; there can’t be many in those woods that we don’t know about. We walked for five miles and for much of that we didn’t see anyone else at all.

We had a minor incident when we got back to the car though. I opened the boot and said: “Boot Dogs!”

This is the signal for those dogs that are big enough to jump into the boot (Bailey isn’t). Two jump in, one gets lifted in. I then do the whistle and the dogs all get a treat and a fuss (which reenforces the whistle training)…

Or that is the plan.

Some passer-by felt that the command “Boot Dogs!” was a direct and personal insult to her dog, and once we’d finally sorted out that no insult or offence was intended, she thought her dog might like to get involved (and get into the car boot) for a treat.

Oh dear…

 

We came home for a belly wash and a cuppa, and then the dogs went mad. The Evri delivery driver was putting a parcel into the box outside the house. I went outside and asked why he didn’t knock on the door; he pretended not to speak English. I took the parcel off of him, and the parcel that he’d dumped on the garden recycling bin when he suddenly could speak English and clearly told me that parcel was for someone else. When I commented that he could speak English he again pretended not to be able to do so.

Some people really don’t help themselves.

 

I got the pressure washer out and had a first blast at the patio. The trouble with pressure washing is that all that the pressure washer does is lift the dirt off of that which is being washed. You need to get busy with the broom to sweep the mucky water away and the drain soon clogs. But I got an hour or so’s scrubbing in. I just did the worst of it, and will get into the nooks and crannies in a few weeks when all the hibernating bugs are out.

 

By then I was rather worn out so I settled in front of the telly with the dogs. I watched the last of “Boots” which was rather good, and then the film “Prometheus” which wasn’t. Sadly like all the films in the “Alien” franchise it rather assumes that you have to be rather stupid to be allowed to get onto a spaceship.

 

As I waited for “er indoors ^TM” to come home I played with ChatGPT some more. “er indoors ^TM” eventually came home from a day at the office and boiled up pie and chips which we scoffed whilst watching this week’s episode of “Star Trek: Starfleet Academy”. Sadly the show started rather well, but after a couple of months they’ve just broadcast what must be the weakest episode of Star Trek ever. And that’s up against “Spock’s Brain” and the first three seasons of “Enterprise”. Sadly Star Trek is fast going the way of “Doctor Who” in that I want to like it, but it is taking some doing.

25 February 2026 (Wednesday) - The Crab and Winkle Way

I slept reasonably well, but woke up at half past six shivering. I had no duvet; where had it all gone? I used Morgan and Bailey as hot water bottles.

 

I made toast and had a look at the geocaching website. Last September I put out a series of caches in Parkwood (near Appledore). Last night a friend told me that the given hint for the sixth one didn’t match the actual location. It mentioned a multi-trunked tree and a gate. That was odd – I can distinctly remember those geocaches. There’s a multi-trunked tree and a gate at the fifth one; the sixth is at the base of a big tree. I had a look at the website. I’d written down the wrong hint. You’d have thought that one of the previous twenty-odd finders would have said something? But I was glad that the issue was easily sorted. For all that those woods are a lovely place to walk, there’s something about them that sets Bailey off. She’s gone missing every time I’ve let her off of the lead down there, and now I take no chances when we go there, and she sulks as the other dogs are allowed to run and she isn’t.

There wasn’t much else happening on-line. Fans of Reform UK and Restore Britain were posting lies about the Labour party and calling them names. Fans of the Labour party were posting lies about Reform UK and Restore Britain and calling them names.

 

I prepped “Hannah” for the day, and with a couple of minutes to spare I logged into “Threads”. It doesn’t look very different to Facebook. I logged in to it using Instagram (as it is part of the same company)… Threads, Instagram, Facebook… three platforms from the same company all doing pretty much the same thing. What’s that all about?

I Munzed, and Wordled from “names” to “shred” via “speed” and “shied”, and then we got ready for the off.

 

With a good day forecast “er indoors ^TM” had booked the day off work. Having had a good experience in Whitstable a little while ago we thought we might try the place again. Ironically a day or so after we came home from Whitstable last time a series of puzzle geocaches had gone live there. I solved them, and we waited for another good winter’s day to go on a (hopefully) non-muddy walk.

We drove to the designated parking spot and had a rather good walk. The route took us along some of the quieter roads and along a very straight part of the Crab and Winkle Way. Treacle could be trusted (mostly) but the smaller pups stayed on the leads; even if Morgan on a lead is akin to taking a train for a walk.

As we walked we took a little diversion into the cemetery where we got information from half a dozen different war graves which would give us the location of a geocache… We got the information, did the sums and ended up in the hedge of someone’s back garden. The clue said “Top of 3 ft metal post” and there was a three foot tall metal post there… but no cache. I wasn’t happy rummaging in someone’s hedge so we revisited our calculations. A different interpretation of the questions gave us a location along a public footpath which seemed a far more likely place… it was only a shame that we couldn’t find a three foot tall metal post. Ho hum…  We carried on with our walk.

As we went “er indoors ^TM” found her fourteen thousandth geocache.

Once we’d covered a shade under three miles and a shade over two hours we were back at the car. We drove off on a little diversion to get one geocache which would complete the current series of geo-treasures for both of us and then we headed homewards.

Via Badlesmere.

 

We stopped off in the Red Lion for a spot of lunch. The Red Lion is an old favourite of ours. We’ve been calling in there every couple of months or so for years. The beer selection is good, and the food is excellent. The place can be very busy, but today there were several empty tables… Mind you it was two o’clock and mid-week. We had a pint and a plate of dinner each. It was rather good.

 

I took a few photos as we walked (and scoffed). We drove home past Kings Wood. I toyed with the idea of walking round there before going home… but decided against it.

We got home – it was something of a novelty not having to bath the dogs. I read my Kindle for a bit, and then we scoffed pudding. Having had a decent meal in the pub earlier we had black forest gateau for tea. As we scoffed we watched the last episodes of “Small Prophets”. It was a rather good show… it ended with the caption “to be continued”.

I wonder if it will be.

24 February 2026 (Tuesday) - ChatGPT

I slept reasonably well up until four o’clock then had something of a dilemma. Did I lay in bed for a few more hours desperately needing the loo. Or should I get up and surrender all the bed space to the dogs.

I got up, did what I had to do, and managed to get back onto the bed

I dozed on and off until half past seven.

 

I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do. This morning I was inundated with adverts for pressure filters for fish ponds. Having looked at one yesterday had clearly given the algorithms something to play with.

With nothing much else happening on-line I looked at the monthly accounts. I really could do with having far more money; is that greedy of me?

 

I took the dogs out. As we drove the pundits on the radio were continuing the article I was listening to last week about the hacker who’d tried to blackmail thousands of people. There was an interview with the chap this morning. He denied all responsibility and said that someone else did it; someone he knew but he wouldn’t say who it was. The chap clearly had no remorse for what he had done… and I suspect it won’t be that long before he’s out of prison.

 

We got to the wood where we walked a different route to our usual one. A marginally less muddy one. Though only marginally. We still got grubby. As we walked we saw the bluebells are starting to come up. And we met a few of the normal people with dogs on those ridiculously long leads. Some people must love untying knots.

As we drove out of the car park so the car in front of us had their dog’s lead hanging out of the door. Had it caught in anything it would have snapped the poor dog’s neck. I followed that car flashing my lights and eventually got them to stop. I had to repeat that the dog’s lead was hanging out four times before the woman actually looked out of the driver’s window to see what the issue was… and then she screamed about what might have happened.

 

We came home to see loads of people milling round the church up the road; all in black. And as I tried to drive down the road I had to slam on the brakes as some idiot old woman (also all in black and carrying a wreath) blundered into the middle of the road and just stood there. Eventually another funeral-goer came and tried to lead her away, but she didn’t want to go, and was having nothing to do with being told that she couldn’t stand in the middle of the road.

 

I gave the dogs a bath. Fortunately there was no fox poo to wash off today; only dried mud. I made us both a cuppa, Munzed, and Wordled from “being” through “breed”, “blare” and “bores” to “buyer”. Then I had a pootle in the garden.

I had a go with the battery powered pressure washer. Sadly that thing is on the crap side and I soon gave up with it. I couldn’t be arsed to get the proper one out, so instead I got the bionic burner out and had a go at the weeds coming through the patio.

 

I then had a look at the morning’s post and was disappointed. What I had hoped was written permission for my next geo-project was actually a bill for the thick end of two hundred quid for our recent boiler overhaul. I played around with ChatGPT, looked at a possible walk for tomorrow, and made myself a sandwich.

I then did my usual trick of watching episodes of “Four In A Bed”. Today’s were rather good; the contestants didn’t take long to hate each other.

One of the places competing was a pub in Edenbridge where last year we had a geo-meet. It was run by a rather vindictive chap who penalised a competitor by fifteen quid for trivia, and then had the right hump when that same one penalised him a measly three quid for quite serious failings, and he wasn’t at all happy that another marked him down for letting out a room with a broken bed. He *really* didn’t thank that a broken bed was a valid reason for underpaying.

Despite not having had the letter of permission that I’d been hoping for, I then spent a little while preparing the geocaching event page for the event (in the hope that permission would be forthcoming).

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up a very good chili which we scoffed whilst watching the last two episodes of “The Traitors: Ireland”.  The show does make me laugh sometimes… one girl was accused of being a traitor because she hadn’t been voted out. I said she hadn’t been voted out because of the most entertaining way in which she brandished her chest.

Who was right… let’s just say she wasn’t a traitor but might as well have turned up in the nip for all that her so-called clothing kept secret…

23 February 2026 (Monday) - Ultra Violet

I had some of that apricot jam on my toast this morning. The quicker I get it scoffed, the quicker it will be gone. I peered into the Internet and rolled my eyes. People who still live only a hundred yards from where they were born were complaining about how bad Ashford has become. I did laugh when some woman ranted about how Internet shopping had killed the town and how she wouldn’t do on-line shopping… only Amazon But Ashford isn’t “bad”; it’s just different to how it used to be. The town centre isn’t what it once was, but there’s more to a town than going shopping. Isn’t there? There’s often events in the town’s parks. Viccie park has been done up beyond all recognition. There’s the carnival of lights in November that started recently. There’s all sorts of activities and clubs. People on the local Facebook groups are taken in by all the complaining about the council which is coming from people who don’t seem to understand what the local council actually does.

The town is what you make it. I’m reminded of a chap with whom I used to work who moved between pretty much all of the major towns in Kent and was never happy anywhere.

I Munzed, and Wordled from “major” through “beach” and “acids” to “attic”, and my lap-top told me that the AVG antivirus has upgraded its assessment of the home network and now says it is “trusted”. It’s taken long enough to come to that conclusion.

 

The plan had been for Morgan to wait patiently whilst Treacle and Bailey had their appointments with Doggy Dentals, but we’d had a message that the nice Doggy Dentist lady was ill. She thinks she’s got COVID… That’s not good. I said we can reschedule (which we can).

So instead of going to the woods via the dentist, we went straight to the woods where we walked just over four miles. We got a bit muddy… and very much fox poo-ey. What is the attraction of fox poo for dogs?

We came home for a serious scrub in the bath. With soap (!)

 

I made us both a cuppa, then had a little pootle in the garden. I managed to get the ultra-violet bulbs out the two pond filters without breaking either, and without any swearing which I saw as a major victory.

I then went to Dobbies to get replacement bulbs as they need replacing every year. I had a minor brainstorm and drove to Bybrook Barn instead…

Well, as I was there I went in to the aquatic section.

Oh dear.

The first chap I saw made a point of ignoring me. The second one wasn’t quite as disinterested, but when I asked if he’d got a replacement ultra-violet light bulb for the one in my hand he vaguely waved his hand and said they were “over there” and stared at me when I didn’t go rushing off “over there”. I told him that they were probably cheaper at Dobbies, walked out and went round to Maidenhead Aquatics at Dobbies where the staff were far more helpful. Sadly they only had one bulb, but they are getting a delivery later in the week… and they made a point of giving me a card with their phone number so I can ring them before I go and avoid a wasted journey.

 

I came home, and settled in front of the telly and watched episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which everyone got on rather well and no one fell out, which made for rather dull viewing.

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up burgers for tea, and with them scoffed she went off to bowling. I sat with the dogs and as they snored I watched a couple more episodes of “Boots” as the undercrackers washed. It’s Monday evening; it’s undercrackers washing time. I am such a creature of habit…

22 February 2026 (Sunday) - Rather Tired

Despite a full-on day yesterday I didn’t sleep at all well. It was gone midnight before I staggered off to my pit, but I was wide awake listening to the assorted snoring and dreaming by three o’clock.

I eventually gave up trying to sleep at half past seven and made toast. This time not with the apricot jam; I’ve rather gone off of that stuff.

I had my usual look at the internet. One hundred and eight people had sent birthday wishes, and quite a few others had commented on those wishes. That’s one of the reasons that I like Facebook – it is so easy to keep in touch with people that I don’t actually see from one year to the next.

And I saw that “The Great British Pub Crawl” had been in Hastings over the last couple of days… I’m not quite sure what “The Great British Pub Crawl” is all about. Regularly posting to Facebook, this chap seems to be on a mission to visit every pub in the UK. But exactly how do you finance this? The chap reported on twenty-five Hastings pubs over the last couple of days. If he only had a half-pint in every pub, that’s over seventy quid, and that’s not including his overnight accommodation. Is he being sponsored or paid to do this? 

 

I Munzed, then Wordled from “hurts” through “lumpy”, “fudge” and “guano” to “guava”. I got “guava” because it was the only thing that fitted. Apparently it’s a sort of fruit. One lives and learns.

I then had a look at all the trackables left over from yesterday’s geo-meet. Trackables are little things that get moved on from geocache to geocache. I’ve got quite a few of my own that I’ve set off. In theory you can follow their movements around the world. In practice they tend to go missing. Half of mine have gone missing. People pick them up and forget to log them. People pick them up and have no idea how to log them… I’ve logged all that were left at the meet yesterday and told the system that I’ve got them. There were quite a few, but right now there is only one left logged into the meet. Hopefully whoever has got that will do the secret geo-ritual soon.

I challenged the bots at chess dot com and managed to get one stalemate and one win against a level one thousand bot. I got beaten several times, but this bot doesn’t gloat when it wins, which is polite of it.

 

I had planned on a little dog walk this morning, but the weather was against it. And the dogs were worn out from yesterday. Even on days when we have a decent walk, the dogs still sleep for probably eighteen hours a day. Yesterday they were awake for about three times as long as they usually are during the day, and so were catching up on sleep. They got up late, grudgingly had brekkie, and then slept. Usually they ask to go for a walk, but not this morning. “er indoors ^TM” went shopping, and once I’d gathered the dog dung, filled the bird feeder and run round with the hoover I sat with the dogs and we all had a little sleep.

 

“My Boy ^TM” and ”Auntie Chel ^TM” came round for the afternoon and we had a rather good time on the Infinity Table. “Sorry” and “Trouble” and “Tilez” and “Ticket To Ride”… we had a very good few hours. And when they set off home we played a couple more games of  Ticket To Ride” – the Nordic countries and the Asia versions.

 

For all that I’ve had a very lazy day today, I’m absolutely worn out… Once the washing machine has done its thing and I’ve hung the washing out, I’m thinking about an early night.

21 February 2026 (Saturday) - A Birthday

I had an odd night. I woke in the small hours following a very vivid dream in which “er indoors ^TM” was running a boating lake inside a stolen ridge tent, and once I finally got back to sleep I had another nightmare in which one of my ex-cubs had taken over the world. He was an odd chap who could speak (if he had to) but chose to communicate by making strange grimaces and expected people to know what he wanted according to the contortions of his face. In my nightmare, speech and the written word had become illegal and gurning was the only permissible form of communication.

Have you ever tried pulling strange expressions at a recalcitrant dog?

 

I made toast with some of that apricot jam. It’s a few years since we had any; I can remember it being far better than this stuff. I had a little look at the Internet. I had a few messages from “Daddies’ Little Angel ^TM”; she seems to be quite keen on emigrating to Mars at the moment. I suspect that given a few years that might be an option for her. I also suspect that what sounds rather glamourous in theory would actually be rather dull in practice.

And I had several birthday messages too.

Steve was on the radio doing the Guess the Lyrics competition. “She opened up her eyes and thought Oh What A Morning” No? – I had no idea either. It was “"All That She Wants" by the Swedish pop group Ace of Base.

 

We drove round to Repton and dog club where we had a rather good (if muddy) time. And from there we drove out to Biddenden where we met Karl and Tracey. We had a rather good walk round the local area. Very muddy, but good. We found a few geocaches (as we do). And then we went on to the McCann’s brewery for the geo-meet…

Oh dear…

We got to the place to find every single table booked for the rugby match. I explained that we’d arranged to have our meet there. We had. We arranged that a couple of months ago. They claimed to have no record of our booking. I showed them the email on my phone. That didn’t go down well and the woman behind the bar grudgingly said we could stand at the bar or sit outside on the patio, So we sat outside. The people on the next table had pizza. We tried to order food and were told we couldn’t as we hadn’t booked. Even though the people on the next table hadn’t booked and they got food. When I whinged the woman behind the bar said that I could talk to the manager about it if and when she came in. She didn’t actually say “f… off fatso” but it she made it clear that we weren’t welcome or wanted. I pulled out my phone and called the Old Dairy brewery and explained what had happened. They said we were very welcome.

It didn’t take that long to message everyone that the geo-meet had been relocated.

 

Twenty minutes later we were in the Old Dairy Brewery, and it wasn’t long before everyone who had said that they were coming to the geo-meet joined us. I was very relieved to see that everyone had got the message.

We had a rather good afternoon. Pizza, stout, meeting friends… it all became rather vague. Though I did take a few photos.

 

I woke up on the sofa a couple of hours later. “er indoors ^TM” got kebabs and we watched “Mr Bean’s Holiday” which we’d recorded some time ago. And I had a revelation. For all that Mr Bean is funny, he’s a horrible person, isn’t he?

 

As birthdays go, today was rather good.

20 February 2026 (Friday) - Doughnuts (edible and otherwise)

Last night I did that thing I do so often; I woke before two o’clock feeling full of energy and raring to go, and then dozed on and off for the rest of the night. I got up at five o’clock and watched an episode of “Boots” as I scoffed toast. Today I scoffed it with apricot jam. “er indoors ^TM” went shopping last night and came home with the stuff. I can remember it being far better than it was this morning.

With telly watched I had a little look at the Internet as I do. It was still there. For some reason I my Facebook feed this morning was flooded with adverts for the Church of England who were taking the line that because atheists couldn’t disprove the existence of their god, then atheists were clearly wrong. I’m not quite sure how that works? Personally I’d take the evidence of Eric the God-eating penguin which disproves the existence of God (engage logic mode…)

"God can't exist because of Eric The God-Eating Magic Penguin. Since Eric is God-Eating by definition, he has no choice but to eat God. So, if God exists, He automatically ceases to exist as a result of being eaten by Eric... Therefore *unless* you can prove that Eric doesn't exist, God doesn't exist. However *if* you can prove that Eric doesn't exist, then that same proof will also be applicable to God. There are only two possibilities - either you can prove that Eric doesn't exist or you can't - in both cases it logically follows that God doesn't exist".

From that it is a very short step to proving that black is white and getting yourself run over on the next zebra crossing that you see.

 

And then there was a commotion outside. Usually when they come on a Friday morning the bin men make no attempt to keep quiet. They crash about and shout across the street to each other seemingly of the opinion that if they are up and out of bed, then so should everyone else be up and about. But they excelled themselves today by spending about five minutes shouting "f...ing doughnut" up and down the street at twenty to seven this morning. I couldn't determine whether the "f...ing doughnut" was a fellow bin man, or some passer-by who had offended them.

 

I set off to work listening to the pundits on the radio. Apparently the brewing company Brewdog is going belly up. There were all sorts of people being interviewed on the radio about this. Having lost thousands of pounds they were all saying how the company seemed to be a sound investment at the time. I must admit I don't know the first thing about the finances of the company but as a beer drinker I never liked their stuff. To my mind they sold half-pint quantities of mediocre beer at pint prices.

And there was a lot of talk about ex-Prince Andrew who was arrested yesterday. After seemingly endless scandal and rumours about who and what he might have done the dirty deed to, at, or on, it seems he's finally been had up by the Old Bill. But the arrest was made on the suspicion that he passed on confidential financial information when he was acting as a government trade envoy. So far there's been no mention of whatever it was that allegedly prompted his mother to pay Virginia Giuffre  to get her to keep quiet about her allegations that she was forced to have several sexual encounters with him when she was aged seventeen. Will an arrest follow about that?  

His case sums up all that is wrong with the British judicial system though, doesn't it? He might be a villain, he might not. But he's already been tried and found guilty by the opinion of the newspapers, and he will never get a fair trial now, will he?

 

I drove up to Sainsburys where there were several caravans parked in the car park. What was that all about? I got lunch, and some cakes for work in honour of tomorrow including some doughnuts (not f…ing ones though).

 

I then went into work where I started a new book on my Kindle app. I started reading the Harry Potter books between Christmas and the New Year and I finished the last one yesterday. I've now started Arthur C Clarke's "Rama" series.

Arthur C Clarke is (yet) another one who was widely reported to be a sex criminal... even though there was absolutely no actual evidence against him other than the rantings of newspapers

 

As I worked I had a phone call from 07756 004729 who claimed that they were calling from Visa debit cards about a suspicious transaction of nine hundred pounds on my account. I phoned the bank who knew nothing about it... I suppose that these scammers only need to trick one person to be in profit...

And I had an email from Forestry England... who seem to be only too happy for me to stage a Midsummer's Eve event in Kings Wood. That's a result.

 

“er indoors ^TM” boiled up sausages and chips which we scoffed whilst watching this week’s episode of “Star Trek: Starfleet Academy” which wasn’t bad. Sadly compared with what’s gone before it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad.

 

I’m thinking about an early night… bet I don’t have one.