In the morning's haul of
emails was a request that I complete an end of course survey about
the on-line psychology course that I've recently finished. I felt
rather guilty telling them that there was far too much course
material, so much so that I didn't have time for any of the optional
extras they'd included. Mind you I didn't feel that guilty telling
them that there was no place for all the pro-vegetarian propaganda
they'd been forcing on to us during that course. In retrospect I
wonder if it was really pro-vegetarian propaganda; it might have
actually been some psychological game they were playing.
Either way I shall
continue scoffing dead animals.
My phone rang. "Daddies
Little Angel TM" was in panic. Sarge - the
dog who bats for the other team had gone missing. The theory was that
he had left home looking for Fudge and Sid. Working on this premise
it had been suggested that I should take Fudge to roam the streets
near where Sarge had last been seen to act as bait. Finding myself
absolutely bored to tears waiting for er indoors TM"
to emerge from her pit I thought I might help. find him by doing just
that
We were just about to set
off when the phone rang again. Sarge had been found - he had been
handed in to the local vets by a passing little old lady.
And so out for a gentle
walk around Pluckley. I was a tad disappointed that there were only
three of us. I'd invited nearly thirty people. I understand that this
was all rather last minute, and that many people had other plans, but
I can't help but wonder if Facebook invites is the best way to try to
rally the troops - over half the people I invited along never replied
in any way, shape or form. Don't get me wrong - I'm not whinging -
it's people's prerogative to reply or not to; I just hope that people
are getting the messages. From the way people react with surprise
when they hear where I've been (despite my inviting them via
Facebook invite) I suspect there is a breakdown in communication
going on somehow.
But er indoors TM",
"Furry Face TM" and I had a good
stroll about. We found a few geocaches on the way. But only a few.
Someone had hidden five caches on a route which could really have
been good for thirty or more. We found all but one of them. The
missing one hadn't been found since last September, so I think it had
really gone. Mind you the ones we found all needed a little T.L.C.,
and more than a little maintenance. The cache owner seems to have a
history of having caches archived from under him. I wonder if he
wouldn't mind putting these caches up for adoption; I could make
quite the walk out of the beginnings he's made.
Yesterday I finally got
the new starter for the fish tank's fluorescent light. The light
still didn't work. That could only mean that the tube had gone west.
So once home from our walk we went round to Pets at Home to get a new
tube. My piss boiled when I saw starter units on their shelves; the
very things they told me that they didn't sell.
But we've now got what we
wanted - a working light on the fish tank.
I had lots of plans for
the evening. A family wedding. The festival in the park. A friend's
surprise birthday party. Instead I stayed home feeling faintly
nauseous. Too much sun today? - in future I must remember to wear a
bandanna...
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