It's
not beyond the bounds of possibility that yesterday's extreme caching
might have just been a tad too ambitious for my back. It's only a
week since I went to the doc because I could not get out of a chair,
so mountaineering to geocaches yesterday might just have been just
the teensiest bit too keen. I was suffering today.
Over
brekkie I opened my mail and checked emails. I had a decent hail of
cards; and over seventy birthday wishes through Facebook. Forty-nine,
eh? Where have the years gone. Forty-nine is old. Seriously old. I
don't feel old though.
Setting
off only half an hour later than planned we picked up Cheryl and
Lacey and went to the zoo. To Howletts as we all had either free
passes or season tickets. At over twenty quid admission I wouldn't go
otherwise. But it was good for a day out - monkeys making toast with
grillers, Chicken-Eagles, all the usual. We had a picnic and was
there for three hours. It would have been nicer to have been there
longer, but it was far too cold really.
Home
via Tescos for a bit of shopping. Me and Lacey played silly beggars
with the checkouts. It had to be done. I also got my replacement duck
for geocaching purposes. And then the clans (or some of them)
gathered in the County hotel. An old friend was over from Guernsey
and a crafty curry and a celebratory pint was in order.
Hic...
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