I woke raring to go after
quite a good night's sleep. I wonder if the exertions of the weekend
are finally catching up with me. I did a quick on-line survey over a
spot of brekkie. That was easier said than done as Fudge was sitting
on my chest and I had to operate the keyboard over him; only being
able to see maybe a quarter of the thing.
I looked on Facebook and
saw quite a lot on mention about "International Talk Like a
Pirate Day". I've blogged about that in the past. This year
the thing has been something of a non-event; the chap who ran it for
years (Mad Cap'n Tom) gave up last year, the official web site
yarr.org has gone, and hardly anything has been planned to mark the
day. For all that I ranted about the thing in the past, it's a shame
that it's died.
I had catalogues to
distribute to the masses this morning, and a small dog that needed a
walk. So in a fit of foolish bravado I thought I might combine the
two. It worked reasonably well. We set off across the park where a
fun fair was setting up. It was only a month since a fair was there
last, and now another one's there.
We made our way along by
the lake, through Singleton, putting catalogues of bargains through
selected letterboxes. Twenty seconds to type; two hours to do. And
with the last catalogue delivered I found myself only a couple of
hundred yards from a geocache I failed to find a few weeks ago. So I
thought I'd have another go, and this time I found it.
We then made our way
home. Since it was on the way we popped round to visit where Fudge
spends his time when not with us. No one was home. So I phoned to see
where they were. They were at our house visiting us. We hurried home
to meet them.
With a bit of time on my
hands I had a go at trying to tidy up the living room. We tend to be
out and about whenever possible which leaves very little time for
mucking about with trivia like housework. The two tables in the
living room have got somewhat cluttered and so I tried to sort out
the mess. Whilst tidying I found nine pence in cash, and realised I
couldn't find the phone charging cable that I thought was on the
smaller table.
I then put away a pile of
DVDs that was over three feet high. I would seem to have misplaced my
"Brideshead Revisited" and "Voyage to the
Planets" DVDs. I wonder what I've done with them.
And then I popped down
the road to Lisa's where we then went on a little drive round the
Brenzett area. It was a lovely evening; too good to be indoors
moping. We intended to go out for an hour; we were out for three. We
followed the old railway line down from Appledore as far as Lydd.
Once an active railway it was closed by Dr Beeching fifty years ago
and is now only used by trains carrying highly dubious cargoes in and
out of the nuclear power station. And we found seventeen geocaches
and three trackables along that train line whilst we were at it.
And once home I then
popped round to deliver tables benches and beer for the weekend.
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