Just after I published
last night's blog the caches I hid yesterday went live. Five of them
had been found six times each by the time I had my brekkie this
morning. Personally I don't like caching at night, but it seems that
I'm in a vanishingly small minority in that respect.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" arrived with Sid and we took
both dogs for a walk. Yesterday I let Fudge off the lead in a field
round the back of Asda, and today we went back there to investigate
the area. We found a footpath that we never knew existed which led
down to Herbert Road past the Swan young farmers club. We never knew
that existed either. I'm not sure what goes on in a young farmers
club, but they had some sheep and goats. Whilst out I found a
footbridge which was just crying out to have a geocache hidden
underneath it. I might go back and put one there at some point.
On the way back we saw a
new bridge was being put across the river by Asda, and it looked like
a tarmac path was being built from this bridge. I wonder where that
will go to?
And so home again. Whilst
"Daddies Little Angel TM" wrestled
with her university work I ironed shirts. Dull, but a job which
wouldn't do itself. Whilst we did our chores the dogs scrapped over
the fragments of a toy puppet Fudge had destroyed some time ago. For
all that Fudge isn't always good with other dogs, he does seem to
play well with Sid. It's only a shame that they are the two most
flatulent dogs I've ever met. Oh, their bums are rank!
I then spent a few
minutes tidying up the front garden. It had become something of a
mess. I had a look in the back garden and gathered up the dog dung. I
couldn't be bothered to do anything else there today. In previous
years I've taken a lot of pride in the back garden. Now I can't be
bothered.
And so round to see "My
Boy TM" and Cheryl. Lacey was six years
old today, and family and friends gathered. She had a decent haul of
pressies, and I lay on the floor and played "Doggie Doo"
with her for a while. Interestingly "Doggie Doo" is
something about which I ranted
a year ago. Its actually quite good fun.
And then on to Folkestone
for the weekly gathering. In between exchanging insults we watched
another episode of "Firefly". Good times...
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