I would have slept better
had I not woken with my mouth as dry as a bone. That happens when I
sleep on my back. I must stop doing that.
Over brekkie I watched
the latest exploits of Blake and his five (not seven). Evil
space baddies had stolen an intranodal galactivator and were planning
to do whatever it is that evil space baddies do with intranodal
galactivators. Whilst they plotted and schemed Blake’s five camped
it up to the limit, and I filled the washing machine.
With washing on the line
I went into town to get my new specs. They seem rather stronger than
the last ones. I then paid money into other people’s bank accounts,
I forgot to go to Wilkos, and I got a text. "Daddies Little
Angel TM" was distraught – one of her
guinea pigs had died.
I wish I had something I
could have said to have made it all better.
I came home and got
washing onto the line, then took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk. For a change I thought we’d have a drive out to Kings
Wood. There was a minor hiccup when I found that the car park had a
barrier across it. Having the roof box on the car meant that I
couldn’t get into that car park. But a minor diversion of several
miles had us at a suitable car park. I say “car park” –
a rough area on the edge of a country lane did the trick.
We walked into the north
end of Kings Wood past a rather beautiful house. I’ve put a photo
of that house above. I’m not jealous of the owners very much –
what do people do in order to afford such houses?
We walked into some woods
which I had been assured were thick with stinging nettles; they
weren’t. After a little fiddling about I soon found the day’s
geocache, and we carried on with our walk in the woods. FF was off of
his lead, and was as good as gold. Forty five minutes walking saw us
nearly back where we started, and I thought that we’d not really
had enough of a walk, so we turned right rather than carrying on to
the car. It was at this point that the voices inside a certain dog’s
head gave him ideas. He shot into a rather dense thicket. I could
hear the tags on his collar jingling for a while, but after ten
minutes I couldn’t hear them anymore. After half an hour I was
nearly hysterical. Pathetic really (!) I knew where he probably was;
the trouble was that he was in a seriously impassable (to me)
jungle which was roughly triangular in shape, and about half a mile
along each edge. All I could do was to circle this triangular
primeval forest whilst calling him (and trying hard not to blub
hysterically). Just over an hour after he had vanished I saw him.
He was several hundred yards away, running at full pelt along the
path toward me. He had an expression of terror in his eyes, and
seemed rather glad to be back with me. I made a point of not shouting
at him; that would only make him less inclined to come back next
time. If he is ever allowed off the lead again.
And so home again. Over a
spot of lunch I did some more of my on line course. Mathematical
philosophy is dull; incredibly dull. I managed four of the week’s
fifteen lectures before I fell asleep.
The first fruit of my
loin arrived home to deposit his fishing tackle in my shed. He has a
shed of his own. I don’t have the space for his fishing gear. I
wish he could keep it somewhere else. Like in his own shed.
I noticed that one of his
bags was dripping wet; I suggested he hang the wet nets outside
rather than leaving them to grow mould. He seemed impressed with that
suggestion. And as he vanished off to wherever it is that first
fruits vanish I made a start editing a video.
It has been suggested
that next year might see two kite festivals at Teston; if only “we”
can finance them. It is rather vague as to who “we” are. But one
thing I’ve learned over the years is that in life there are “those
that do” and there are “those that let those that do get
on with the doing”. Unfortunately I have always been a do-er.
It struck me that bearing in mind the success of the Elite:
Reclamation Kickstarter project “we” might achieve
something similar on Kickstarter to fund a kite festival. It seems
that a vital part of the Kickstarter project is having a video to
tell the punters what is going on. I have a provisional first draft
of a video. I am now waiting for those who are in a position to give
a green light to let me know exactly what more I need to do to get
the project up and running. When it is I shall be looking to my loyal
readers to hand over hard cash. But not much, really. With a need to
raise (about) one thousand pounds we only need to find two
hundred people to hand over a fiver. There must be enough people
associated with the kite festival to make that possible.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered in Queen Street this evening. We listened to Steve on the
radio, then watched the exploits of Merlin. Today he dealt with a
recalcitrant goblin in a rather more lenient way then Blake and his
random number would have done...
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