I got up promptly and
after a quick bit of brekkie set off to what I thought was a posh
part of town to deliver catalogues to the nobs. The area was nowhere
near as posh as I thought. Posh houses have letterboxes rather than
holes in the door. One supercilious twonk followed me down the street
to return his catalogue. I didn't let him see that his attitude
boiled my piss; clearly no one has told him that (like everyone
else) his shit stinks.
I came home and did two
hours ironing. As I ironed I exchanged texts with Steve and Lisa who
were worrying about the torrential rain. I wasn't worried; it was a
glorious day. It was only when Steve texted to say he had abandoned
his plans and was sitting outside my house in his car that I properly
looked outside. the sky was clear, the sun was shining, the rain was
like a biblical flood. Steve came in, we had coffee, and as the rain
slacked off to a medium monsoon we texted Lisa. We were all in
agreement. If we stayed home we'd all sulk. If we went out, the worst
that could happen would be that we'd get wet.
So four of us went on an
afternoon's drive round Mersham and Aldington. We found fourteen
geocaches in phone boxes and cherry trees; near rivers and in tree
stumps. We failed to find one. And we didn't get very wet at all. In
fact bearing in mind how bad the rain had been during the morning the
afternoon's weather was fine. We had a really good afternoon.
And so home, and on to
Folkestone for Chinese; which was very gratefully received. As were
three more geocaches that Jose had made up for me. Now to plant them
somewhere...
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