A relatively late start,
and then I did the monthly accounts. A spot of Christmas shopping and
the car's road tax have certainly made their mark on the bank
account. Still, what's money for if not to squander foolishly. I just
wish I had more to squander in that reckless fashion.
To the dentist for the
six-monthly check-up. Before the dentist did his bit the nurse spent
five minutes going over what I eat. She could see that I was half
(well... two thirds) the man I used to be, and so I think I
got the thumbs-up from her. The dentist then had a rummage around
inside my gob and seemed pleased with the state of it. He then gave
it all a bit of a scaling and ten minutes later I came out feeling as
though I had a new mouth.
Home to the pup. I put
his lead on and we went out. On Monday I'd been told that one of my
geocaches needed some attention so we set off to have a look.
Geocaching (if done properly) entails an element of stealth,
and having a dog in tow can be useful. The normal people think you're
doing dog-related stuff when actually you're mucking with the caches.
However there were normal people loitering by the cache I needed to
get to. Rather than mucking about I thought I'd come back later. So I
took Fudge on a little walk. Six miles and two hours later we came
back and sorted out that geocache.
Whilst we were walking we
found four other caches. I say four; it was actually three and a
carrier bag. Geocaches come in all sorts of containers, but I've
never seen a carrier bag used before. All the standard contents were
there; the log with the official logo. All in a carrier bag. that
can't be right. I've sent a message to the cache (carrier bag)
owner asking them to sort it out. Whilst out we also saw a nice lady
taking a cat for a walk. I commented that I'd never seen a cat taken
for a walk before. The nice lady smiled at me as though I was mad,
and looked at Fudge as if to ask what he was.
Whilst out Fudge did some
fudge. With six miles and woodlands and parks and countless places to
unload, he chose the only garden which had people sitting in it. Oh
how I laughed.
We came home, and after a
spot of lunch "My Boy TM" came
home. He helped me with some heavy lifting that needed doing, and we
talked about going to the driving range. Talked about it, but both
being skint put paid to that idea. There was talk about actually
trying a round of golf. I'm not sure that I'm up to that yet.
In the evening we set off
delivering bargains to the masses. It took a little longer than we
were hoping...
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