With my phone card having
died last night I decided to replace it there and then. We went to
Asda at 11pm. The place now offers free wi-fi. What is that all
about? I thought you were supposed to go there to do your shopping,
not muck about on the Internet. It's not as if there's a coffee shop
or cafe in there.
We soon found the card I
needed, priced up at four pounds. I was quite impressed by that. I
wasn't so impressed when we ran it through the till and got charged
nine pounds. I had a whinge, but to no avail.
Once home I then spent
two hours copying back all the sounds and music that had been lost
when the old card went west, re-downloading maps for hunting plastic
boxes and putting the phone back to how I want it. I like customised
ring tones. That way I know who's phoning me. Even if it does take an
age to set up.
I
was expecting "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
to visit this morning, but she was a no-show. So I took Fudge round
the block. As we walked I realised that these days I am
finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between normal
people speaking to friends using hands-free phone technology and
nutters arguing with the voices in their heads. I have a theory that
if they are brandishing a tin of Stella then they are probably
talking to voices in their heads. But not always.
Once
home I spent an hour clearing the undead out of NeverWinter until my
Ham Street Lover arrived. We set off to find a newly hidden geocache,
and after half an hour searching we gave up. We couldn't find it but
we did find something interesting in a rather hidden spot,
It
transpires that someone else found the cache two hours previously.
Either what we found was an integral part of the cache, or we really
failed utterly. I suspect failure on our part; much as I'd rather it
wasn't.
I've
since been reliably informed it was both...
We went on and caught up
with Lisa and Earle and hunted out some more geocaches; actually
finding these ones. Which was nice. We drove to some caches, found
one which was all but buried, (which I am sure is against the
rules) and walked some on half an hour's loop. The walk was
interesting; going across Ministry of Defence land where we were
admonished not to touch any military debris. I was hoping to find
half a tank or an unexploded hand grenade. We actually found a rather
lame hat. However being in camouflage material we assumed it had been
dropped by a soldier and so counted as " military debris".
As hats go it's not a bad one. I've brought it home as a trophy of
the day.
The walk was soon over.
It would have been good to have carried on caching for longer but a
combination of bad knees and snow put paid to our plans.
And so home, where we
were fobbed off with a couple of CHIMPS. Regular readers of this
drivel may recall that the er
indoors TM"-mobile
was broken into a couple of days ago. At the time I said that it
would be a waste of time telling the police because they wouldn't be
interested. However my experience was based on the not-caring
attitude of yesterday's rozzers. Today's old bill has a much more
hands-on community-friendly attuitude as we found out this evening.
Against
my better judgement we were persuaded to tell the police of the
incident and today (two
days later)
two Police Community Support Officers, or CHIMPS (Can't
Help In Most Police Situations)
came to visit. Whilst there's something inherently satisfying in
having fit uniformed women in the living room (in
hi-vis jackets - woof!),
they did very little other than blather platitudes and tell us what a
good dog Fudge is.
I
suppose this works for most of the public...
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