Up with the lark, and
after a very swift brekkie I was loading gear into the car for the
up-coming camping extravaganza. Loading the car for kite festivals is
easy. For some reason doing exactly the same for Bat-Camp is a
nightmare. I never remember half the stuff we need. It didn't help
having Fudge dancing underneath where I was trying to put down heavy
tents either.
Eventually I got the car
loaded; and then I mowed the lawn. I had been told that Fudge didn't
like lawnmowers. He didn't seem bothered by our one. But one the lawn
was mowed and lunch was scoffed he did seem bothered when I went out
and left him for a few hours. Oh well. He'll have to get used to
that. I met up with Lisa and Earle and we spent a pleasant few hours
in the countryside near Woodchurch finding another fourteen geocaches
and completing three more geocaching challenges.
I would love to have
taken Fudge along, but he is currently lacking in the requisite
social graces, being seemingly unable to grasp the concept of
celibacy. Mind you the appointment for his knackersectomy has been
made. I'm not impressed though. As well as charging far too much for
the operation, the vet also wants sixty quid for two "health
boosting" injections during the month before the operation.
Talking of which, Fudge's
entourage came to visit. Specifically they came to visit Fudge. And
then we all walked round to Asda where we got requisites for the
weekend. I'm looking forward to going off on my hols. As always, in
my absence "My Boy TM" takes
command of the homestead. Any housebreakers who fancy their chances
with him are welcome to have a go...
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