Over a spot of brekkie I
was bandying insults here, there and thither with the world at large
over the social phenomenon that is Facebook. And I found myself
guilty of having double standards (again). I quite like being
a grandfather. However I am certainly *not* middle aged. Can I
get away with being both? I don't really think so.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" arrived and we took the dogs for
a little walk up to the railway station where I needed to get some
information to solve a puzzle I had been set. And with that
information we then carried on with our walk into Newtown and down to
Frogs Island and back. Sid's behaviour was impeccable, but "Furry
Face TM" disgraced himself by running off
with another dog's ball. I wouldn't mid so much if he ever played
with the balls he steals. He doesn't. He just destroys them.
I left "Daddies
Little Angel TM" at McMunchies burger van
where she assured me she would only be five minutes. I then went home
and made a start loading up the car for the upcoming camping trip.
After an hour I had the car loaded. After an hour and five minutes
"Daddies Little Angel TM" returned
home to help me load the car(!)
I
had a bit of toast in lieu of lunch, and then went out with Lisa. Two
weeks ago I went down to the marsh looking for a geocache I couldn't
find.
On 7 August I wrote "At
5.15am I was lurking by a drainage ditch two miles the other side of
Bilsington. I had a good rummage, and despite nearly falling into
said drainage ditch twice I couldn't find the
cache in question. I gave up after twenty minutes searching I
shall have to go back with reinforcements. So I drove on another half
a mile and found a cache near another drainage ditch. I didn't fall
into that one".
On reading subsequent
logs of people who did find it, it was apparent that had I fallen in
the drainage ditch I would have found the cache. So having enlisted
the moral support of someone else who doesn't mind falling into
drainage ditches I did what I said I would do and went back with
reinforcements. Having failed to find the cache last time we saw it
right away this time. It was huge. I am loathe to describe what
happened in too much detail because I don't want to spoil the fun for
subsequent cachers. Let's just say that I took my swimming trunks
just in case, the water wasn't quite up to my goolies, we did need
the towel I'd packed, and rumours that I dropped the cache into the
river are quite unfounded.
Home, where I put my
swimmies and the towel through the washing machine, and then I took
Fudge for another walk. Having solved the puzzle at the railway
station this morning I thought I'd go discover the cache associated
with that puzzle. The idea was that having located it today I could
do the secret geo-ritual with it tomorrow for my one-a-day (having
already got today's find).
I soon made my way to
where I thought the cache was, and found a young family obviously
searching for something. I said hello, and they pointed at my dog,
screamed, and all ran away. After a brief search I found what I was
looking for. I shall go back tomorrow and do my thing with it then.
Home again, and with
"Daddies Little Angel TM" holding
court in the living room I was again banished upstairs. Candy Crush
Saga and a little doze went down well, then I did the hoovering (with
a Dyson) and then had a look at the household accounts. I renewed
my annual subscription to geocaching dot com, It was fifteen quid
last year - now it is twenty five quid, there's inflation for you.
The combined gas and leccie bill has gone up twelve pounds each month
too.
Oh well... what is money
for if not to squander foolishly on trivia.
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