I had rather a late night last night. And then whilst dozing in front of UK Gold one of the programmes featured a child playing a recorder. Fudge immediately woke up and started howling. It was really sweet so with the wonders of Sky-Plus live rewind we played it again and he howled again. The second time we replayed it we recorded him, and you can see him on-line. We played about like this for quite a while and so it was gone 1am before I got to bed.
I slept well for a couple
of hours - it was a shame that er indoors TM"
woke me when she came to bed at 3.45am, and I couldn't get back to
sleep.
I got up just after 7am
and looked out of the window. Snow. Not heavy, not laying, but snow.
I got out the shears and gave myself a haircut, did my morning
ablutions and found that the snow had given way to hail.
Many yeas ago I braved
the elements to visit my brother who was fishing on Hastings beach
in a monsoon. Soaked to the skin he announced he'd had a "flipping
gutful". Only he didn't say "flipping". He
said a rude word. Since then the term flipping gutful"
has become family parlance for when patience runs thin. I think it's
fair to say that I have now had a "flipping gutful"
of this weather. Last year on Good Friday we went on a bike ride and
a picnic. Today - snow and hail.
After a spot of brekkie I
left er indoors TM"
and Fudge both asleep and went off to Cheeseman's Green with Lisa.
We found a bridge, assessed it as only geocachers can, and then came
home again. I popped into the corner shop to see if I could get some
hot cross buns. The chap behind the counter had never heard of hot
cross buns. I explained that they were a traditional Easter thing. He
smiled and said that he'd heard of Easter - it was an English thing
(apparently).
Despite the snow we then
took Furry Face for a little walk. We went down the road the the
second hand furniture shop we'd found the other day. During the week
they had one or two bits that might have gone well in the living
room. Today they had nothing that suited us, so we came home. Via the
bakery for a Belgian bun which made for a nice bit of dinner.
We then took Furry Face
round to the park for some geocache maintenance, and then went out
for an hour or so with Chippy and Morgan. Having turned them to the
dark side we took them on a tour of some of Ashford's more unusual
caches. There's nothing quite as much fun as watching someone
struggle with a puzzle to which you already know the answer.
Being the last Friday of
the month, tonight was astro club. As a committee we'd wondered about
having it on a different night this month because of the Bank
Holiday, but then that might have been confusing. So we decided to
stick with the original plan. We had a surprisingly good turn out.
And a good meeting too. The guest speaker was interesting, even if he
did seem to jump from topic to topic with little theme in what he was
saying.
The general consensus of
the club was that this most recent comet has been a flop. But there
is still enthusiasm for the next one due in November. I confidently
predict that it too will not live up to expectations...
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