The
voices inside Fudge's head told him to come up to my bed and have a
woofing fit at 3am last night. "er
indoors TM"
then came to bed an hour after that, so the night wasn't quite what
it might have been. I got up with only a moderate amount of pain this
morning, and managed to walk Furry Face round half of what I consider
to be "the
short walk"
before I came home and collapsed on the sofa. As I posted on to
Facebook this morning: "Day
one of a weeks holiday or day four of being unable to move without
walking stick and support crew? Here's hoping.... "
rather summed up my mood for today.
"My Boy TM"
came visiting and we bandied insults for a bit before setting off on
the day;s mission. I must admit I wasn't keen initially. Every month
there's a meeting of the Kent Geocachers. Like any group of people,
99.9% of them are good, decent people. But there is the odd 0.1% who
occasionally put me off. I really shouldn't let them do that. It
turned out to be a good day. But then it's usually a good day in my
world.
The
Dancing Dog Saloon was an excellent venue - a themed Country and
Western pub. It's somewhere I'd go back to; and we met up with many
old friends. A couple of pints went down very well, as did a burger &
chips with good company. I chatted with friends I'd made at Bedgebury
a couple of weeks ago: they remembered me as "the chap with
the dog that kept running off". Not impressed!
After a couple of hours
we set off on a little mission to find six caches which had been
hidden in honour of the event. Yesterday I would not have been able
to have done this. Today - probably I over-exerted myself, but I got
to them all.
And so home for a quick
sarnie. As I drove one of the fruits of my loin phoned asking how its
middle name was spelled. I won't embarrass said fruit by revealing
which one it was, but I did have a snigger. And then a dozen of us
went round the corner to see my Ham Street lover who was staging a
SingStar birthday party. I've not played SingStar for ages. | thought
my performances were outstanding, and were of such quality that they
could not be measured in simplistic terms such as a score.
Oh - Lidls cheap beer,
Woo Woo and SingStar didn't help my back much...
Roger roger Manky Bagder... We got a copy on your posting here, wall-to-wall and tree-top-tall.
ReplyDeleteGlad that you had a good day on Saturday; thought I'd just stop by and have a read of the detail.
Thanks for coming! --Lardy_Bloke