‘er indoors TM set off to the
convention of candle floggers at silly am this morning leaving me home alone
with furry face. We both had a quick spot of brekkie, and then I took him for a
walk before the rain was forecast to arrive. Up to the Bowens Field wetland
where I amazed myself by having a bit of a jog. I ran for several hundred
yards. Little Fudge seemed to like having me running, and rather than doing his
own thing off the lead, he kept pace with me. He could have kept going for
miles. I couldn't. I had to stop, but when I did I had covered a far greater
distance that I thought I could have done. We walked round to Viccy Park, down
Jemmett Road and across the Co-op field where I let him off the lead again and
we both had another little run.
Am I being overly ambitious in wondering if I
might take up running?
Whilst we were out I couldn't help but notice
the amount of houses with Kleeneze catalogues on the doorsteps. I found that
rather depressing. There's far too much competition locally to really make a go
of flogging that stuff.
Home, where I did the monthly accounts. They
weren't as bad as I was expecting; they weren't as good as I was hoping.
There's no denying that I don't like this new order of austerity. I need to
find something which will bring in more cash. Not lots; just some. More cash
from little effort would be good. But more cash. If anyone wants any little
jobs doing, I'm your man. I will do absolutely anything for hard cash(!)
Not that I'm bankrupt - far from it. It's
just that when you are used to being able to afford to spend every Saturday
afternoon in the pub, it's a bit of a pain when you can't any more. Having said
that, you can get too much time in the pub. I prefer looking forward to being
under thirteen stone than looking forward to being over nineteen stone.
Chippy called round with a barrel. I’d been
waiting for that. I got the bucket of beer for that barrel up and onto a table,
and left it to settle for a few hours. Whilst I was waiting for the beer to
settle, Lisa called round, and we set off for the business of the day. There’s
a local geocache called “Tuned In” which I’ve had my eye on for a while. This
one isn’t like your average cache – having found the first part, it then leads
you on to four other stages. Each part needs you to solve a music-related
puzzle. Having done most of the other local caches I didn’t have many left in
Ashford. So during last week I mentioned on the Kent caching Facebook group
that I was going to try for this cache, and did anyone else fancy having a go
at it with me. Ten hardy souls braved the weather. The first part took some
finding. We very nearly fell at the first hurdle, but having eventually found it
we needed to solve guitar chords. And then we had the co-ordinates for the next
puzzle. And off we went. Using apps on our phones to identify all sorts of
musical thingies we eventually completed the cache and got to sign the log
despite the rain.
By now we were all rather damp, but we
pressed on to the local woods where Lisa had hidden six caches. I’d already
found four of them before, but it was a fun afternoon out with new friends. And
what else would I do on my own on a wet November day?
After a couple of hours we’d found all the
caches, and with the light slowly failing we said our goodbyes and made our
ways home. For us it was via another cache in Newtown, before putting the
kettle on and drying out wet coats in readiness for another session tomorrow.
I then put Chip’s beer into the barrel. And
had a crafty swig whilst I was at it. There’s a lot of fruit flavour there, but
not a lot of beer flavour. Mind you, it still has a month for the taste to develop.
But if all else fails it’s not too shabby as it is. I then checked out what had
gone on in the world whilst I’d been out. I saw a friend has had a tattoo done.
Call me old fashioned if you will, but if I
was going to have a word, phrase or saying tattooed onto me I would check the
spelling when the transfer was applied, and certainly before the needle got
involved…
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