I had a terrible night's (so-called)
sleep. I went off to bed shortly after 11pm last night and was woken
shortly after by "Furry Face TM"
jumping onto me. I dozed off only to be woken by er indoors TM"
crashing home from her evening out. And then it seemed to be one
disturbance after another for most of the night.
I gave up trying to sleep
and was watching my DVDs by 5am You can't beat a bit of late 1970s
sci-fi.. Blake and his four were having problems with a treacherous
uncle, a wanton cousin, and "crimmos". "Crimmos"
are a new breed of evil space baddie to me. They seemed rather stupid
as evil space baddies go; but not quite as stupid as Blake and his
few remaining associates. Given that a "crimmo" is trying
to kill you, you are obviously faced with a life-or-death struggle.
Personally if I were contending with such a "crimmo" I
would kill them to death with my space laser from a comfortable
distance. I would not leave my space laser in its holster and try to
have fisticuffs with them.
But what do I know? Mind
you the wanton cousin was interesting. I always thought Blake had
been podgering the bimbo who drove the spaceship, but he seemed
rather enamoured with his cousin in today's episode. In fact he qot
quite carnal with her at one stage. Shocking, really!
I then set off to work at
6am. Needing to find a geocache before work as part of the August
cache-a-day challenge I thought I would go for one in Boughton under
Blean before work, and then get shopping and petrol for the car on my
journey through Wincheap. For those of my loyal readers who aren't
sure about Kentish geography, Boughton under Blean is in the general
vicinity of Faversham. My sat-nav had several false starts, took
several wrong turns, and eventually gave up the ghost entirely
leaving me somewhere on the M2. I suspect that things might have
turned out differently had I been able to concentrate on sat navs
rather than on the road. I'm sure that nearly getting squished by a
juggernaut on the roundabout at the top of the M2 didn't help either.
But somehow or other I found myself on completely the wrong side of
Canterbury and running out of time before the start of my shift. In
the end I headed to work, stopped off in Canterbury city centre and
told my phone to find me the nearest cache, and not to play silly
beggars about it.
Probably feeling remorse
for the M2 episode it told me there was a cache not one hundred yards
away, and I soon had that one in the bag. I suppose I can draw
consolation from the fact that the cache in Boughton under Blean
remains for me to find another day.
And so to work where I
did my bit on what turned out to be rather a good day. It was a pain
that my trip home was delayed because I had to stop off for petrol.
The plan had been to get petrol on my way in to work, but that plan
had unfortunately gone west. Plans do that with annoying regularity.
And so home where the
clans had gathered. Insults were bandied, and we watched more Merlin.
And I stayed awake. Good times...
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