I had plans for this
morning. For some months I'd been thinking of being at Kings Wood at
8am to go on a deer-watching session with the
tree huggers. But I woke to torrential rain. Having been out for
seriously long walks twice this week despite the rain I really
couldn't face it a third time. So we decided to stay in and sulk
about the weather.
I checked Facebook over a
spot of brekkie. I see my brother's doorbell has lost its ding. I
might get him a new one for Christmas. A ding, that is. Not a
doorbell. And then I did the ironing. I hadn't done any for a while,
so it took a little while to do.
Fudge was still limping a
little this morning, and didn't eat his brekkie. I was getting rather
worried when "My Boy TM" came to
visit. Fudge promptly went mad, charged around the room as though
nothing was wrong with his foot, devoured his brekkie, and was
promptly sick.
With the ironing done
Chris arrived. We drove round to Cressfield for a quick spot of
geocache maintenance (one of mine was leaking), collected Lisa
and drove out to Stowting for a walk. The dreadful weather of the
morning had given way to a bright afternoon.
Fudge seemed to enjoy the
walk - his limp seemed to have gone. We walked for a few hours round
the lanes following a series of Hallowe'en themed geocaches. Very
well done - and with only nine caches in the series the walk took
less than two hours. We then went on to Sellindge and Smeeth for a
stroll (and four more caches). There was a dodgy five minutes
when "er indoors TM" reversed her
car into a large rock. The sound did make me feel rather sick. But on
finding that very little actual damage appeared to have been done we
carried on until falling temperatures and failing light meant it was
home time.
There's something vaguely
depressing about it being dark by half past five.
Whilst we were out my
mobile rang. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and the Rear Admiral (patent pending) had been for a walk at
Folkestone Coastal Park and had come back to their car to find a
parking ticket. That's thirty five quid that no one has these days.
They'd parked in the same place that they park every Sunday. There
were hardly any other cars around, and the ticket was timed two
minutes after they'd parked. The wardens had been laying in wait for
them. I've suggested they write to the council and ask where the
notices about parking restrictions are, as there certainly weren't
any that they could see.
Whilst I must admit I did
gloat somewhat at their misfortunes (that's why there are other
people in this world) I can't say I'm happy with this state of
affairs. There seems to be a growth industry in ticketing cars which
aren't actually doing any harm to anyone. In the meantime cars are
parked near my house seriously obstructing the flow of traffic for
hours and they go unpunished.
In a novel break with
tradition "er indoors TM" didn't
go bowling this evening. Instead we had a glass of sherry, a rather
good bit of tea, and we watched some telly. Tonight was the last
episode in the current series of "Downton Abbey". I
do like that show. Can't wait for the Christmas special.
And in closing today,
don't forget to spread the word. Click
here and feel free to spread the word. Post the link to your
family and friends. Ask them to sponsor my face. I can remember that
last time it itched a lot more than it does at the moment...
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