I had a reasonably good
night's sleep until my little dog bounded up the stairs and started
scratching himself at the foot of the bed at 6.30am. I took that as
God's way of telling me to get up so I did, and had brekkie. DVDs
over peanut butter might not be the best way to start the day, but
it's the way I do it. I checked my emails - nothing of note.
The phone rang. "Daddies
Little Angel TM" was distraught. One of
the guinea pigs wasn't well. What can you do with a little animal
like that? Which is the very reason I never wanted a dog.
And talking of dogs, I
put "Furry Face TM"'s collar and
lead on to him and we set off before the day got too hot. Down
through South Ashford and out the back of Park Farm to look for a
geocache (what else would I be doing?)
There's no denying that I
went down all full of cockiness fully expecting an easy find. I
couldn't unearth the thing. I searched and searched. My phone beeped
- Lisa was ready to go out. I should have found the cache and been
home by that time. Instead I suggested that Lisa met us there. I
carried on searching. When Lisa arrived I'd been looking for nearly
forty minutes. She found the thing in less than one minute. Oh how I
laughed (!)
The day was getting
rather warm - it was a good job she'd driven down. We scrounged a
lift home, and I left FF at home whilst we drove out on a
geo-maintenance mission. The trouble with hiding small plastic boxes
fof everyone else to find is that periodically these boxes go
missing. It would be easy to shrug my shoulders and take no notice;
and many cache hiders do just that. But we don't. there is a school
of thought that if you put out a geocache you should maintain it or
close it down. So the rest of the morning was spent on maintenance.
Between us we maintained four caches; two each.
The first one was one of
Lisa's caches was tucked inside a plastic pidgeon. I particularly
liked that cache as I was the first one to find it very early one
Bank Holiday morning in May. We found what was left of the cache.
Some of it was hanging from a nearby tree; some scattered all over
the floor. It looked as though someone had blown it away with a
shotgun. Both of the next two were missing. And the last one just
needed a new log book. That was easy enough.
Home at mid day. I felt
peckish and had a look in the fridge. I found a chicken tikka wrap
and left over KFC. I hope no one wanted those. If they did, they
could look on this little episode as being God' way of telling them
not to leave stuff in my fridge when I'm hunting lunch. I then did
the monthly accounts. There's no denying that I would like to have a
lot more money in them, but that's probably true of everyone. I have
enough to be getting on with, and if there's not enough for me to be
able to afford to waste a hundred quid at a beer festival on a
regular basis then that's probably a good thing in the long run.
The doorbell rang. Postie
delivered my supply of magnetic key-holders which I will use as
replacement geocaches. In fact I put "Furry Face TM"'s
collar and lead on him and we put one out there and then.
And with er indoors
TM" off bowling and me feeling rather worn
out from the day's heat I settled down for an evening's DVD-o-thon.
Can't be bad...
I found today's piccie on
Facebook. I *really* didn't want a dog...
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