I was rather late to bed
last night. Having been out I checked my emails just before bed time.
I saw that a new geocache had become active in the previous hour. It
was hidden somewhere near B&Q - not two minutes walk from my
house, and had not (at the time) been found. In the sad
geocaching world there is great kudos attached to being the first
person to find a cache, so we got dressed, put the lead on Fudge and
set off. We were lucky - after rummaging about in a hedge for a few
minutes we were first to find (FTF) at 11.38pm.
My first FTF and my five
hundredth geocache both on the same day. I am allowing myself to feel
quite smug about that.
I wasn't especially
worried about being late to bed last night - what with insomnia I
figured it wouldn't make much difference. And I was wide awake before
5am as I thought I would be. But I was still rather tired all day.
Mind you I suspect that is more to do with the cold I seem to be
developing than anything to do with acting in a very surreptitious
manner at midnight last night.
Over brekkie I watched a
documentary I'd recorded a day or so ago and had been looking forward
to seeing. Billed as being about how the life size model of the blue
whale in the natural history museum had been built, the program
turned out to be a great disappointment. For every minute about the
model there were five minutes spent on the contemporary history of
the time.
It was also depressingly
dark this morning. I'd got used to waking in the dark, and it
becoming light by the time I set off to work, but today it was still
dark when I got to Canterbury. The news didn't do much for my mood
either. Apparently on average there are fifty people chasing each job
vacancy at the moment. That doesn't bode at all well for my long
hoped-for change of career. Mind you, realistically I've all but
given up with the job hunting. It's rather disheartening, and what do
I want with a new job anyway?
I did my bit at work, and
I came home to find the postman had been. He'd delivered my copy of
Viz. Over the last year I'd rather stopped reading that magazine. One
of many austerity measures. But one of life's daft facts is that it's
far cheaper to have the magazine delivered by post than it is to buy
the thing in the shops. So I'm now again getting my monthly fix of
nonsense. I've quite missed Viz. If any of my loyal readers haven't
read it, I'd suggest giving it a try. For non-stop knob jokes it
takes some beating. That is - if you like knob jokes....
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