Four weeks ago I saw
something interesting being advertised on the telly. "Empire"
was to be a stunning new six-part series following the events after
the assassination of Julius Caesar. It looked really good. I've now
watched three of the episodes. I say "watched" -
"slept through" is a better description. I shan't
bother with the last few episodes. There are far better things for me
to sleep through.
I mentioned on Wednesday
that I had planned to put out a series of geocaches, but the snow put
me off the idea. This morning was cold, but dry. Furry Face needed a
walk, so we set out on a mission to set those caches. He likes a
walk, but he still needs to work on the whole “lead thing”.
We were having a good walk up to the point where we got to being
about three miles from home in the middle of a ploughed field. That’s
when the heavens opened. We got soaked through. Fudge found puddles
which were deeper than he was tall. At that point we were as far from
home as we were going to be on the walk, so we had little option but
to carry on. The rain didn’t last for long – just long enough to
soak us. By the time we got home little Fudge was shivering. I wish
he would wear his coat but he does seem to hate it so. The pup had a
warm shower, and then went to sleep.
Keith called round – he
was having a tidy-up and found an old air-bed he thought we might use
when camping. Air beds are always useful. Someone came to the house
flogging double glazing. I wish they wouldn’t. And during all this
I did the on-line organising for the trail of geocaches we'd hidden.
The first fruit of my
loin called with his entourage, and we all then went back to their
house. They are having Fudge for the weekend (after all he is
their dog), so we popped him round and I stayed for a while
before coming home to an empty house. It’s not the same without
Furry Face being here...
Meanwhile in another
plane of existence Stanley has got a remote controlled doo-daa
which puts all of his Uncle Norman’s knick-knacks to shame.
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