Another reasonable
night's sleep. I slept through till about 4am, then lay awake until
5am wondering if the geocaches which had been published last night
had yet been found. Two had gone live in Park Farm (one on a path
along which Fudge and I walk regularly - usually at least once a
week). Both went live at 11pm last night. I could have gone looking
for them then, but going geocaching leaves you looking suspicious
enough; scrubbling about in the darkness is just asking to have the
police come along and arrest you. So I got up at 5am, had some
brekkie, and on seeing no one had logged anything on-line I went to
have a look before work.
I parked up in Park Farm
just after 6am, and as I got out of my house some dopey loking bloke
came out of his house and told me that he lived there. I smiled
sweetly, and he repeated himself. I looked up and down the street
whist he repeated himself a third time, and then I had an idea. Did
he want me to move my car? He did. I drove the car five yards up the
street whilst dopey watched me. I then got out and asked if he was
happy with my new parking place. He said he was, so I went off, had
a quick nosey about a fence, and then found the cache. It had a blank
log. No one else had been. I was first to find. I wondered about
going on to look for the second new cache but thought better of the
idea. I had plenty of time, but I thought that I would content myself
with just finding the one. Someone else could have the fun and the
kudos of that FTF; I'm not greedy. It transpired that the other cache
wasn't found until 7pm in the evening. They aren't usually left that
long.
I drove to work feeling
rather smug. As I drove I listened to the news. It would seem that
the Archbishop of Canterbury has scored
something of an own goal. Having taken a leaf out of his own book
(the Bible) he's decided to declare war on the money lenders. He's
probably got a point. For thousands of years people have got rich by
lending money (at extortionate rates of interest) to the
poorer elements of society. The bishop has decided that such actions
are immoral and he's taking a stance. He's publicly declared war on
one such company and named it; Wonga.
I've often lambasted the
hierarchy of the Church of England for not following the teachings of
their Bible. Al credit to the bishop for doing what his Bible tells
him is the right thing to do. For what it's worth I agree with him.
It's a shame that no one told him that the Church of England has been
investing heavily in that company for some time. Whoops!
And so to work where I
did my bit. And then came home a little earlier than usual. I'd
booked a couple of hours leave so's I could go to the astro club.
Astro club was good, as it usually is. It was only a shame that
Stevey and the rear Admiral weren't along. I spent the evening
worrying about where they were. It turned out that they were at the
hospital with the most recent fruit of my loin. She's hurt her hand.
Again...
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