I woke a lot later than
usual - it was gone 5am when I woke; and I didn't feel one hundred
per cent. So I lay in bed until 6.30am when I finally emerged. I
couldn't face Blake's Seven this morning; instead I wasted some time
on the Internet. As I sat on the sofa FF jumped up and snuggled.
Anyone who meets my dog immediately comes to the conclusion that he
is a mad thing bordering on being hyperactive. He isn't. Well, not
all of the time. When no one is looking he can be quite soppy as he
was this morning.
Yesterday I mentioned
that I was struggling to keep my caching streak going as I was fast
running out of local caches to hunt. Yesterday a new one went live
which was right on my way to work. However it had been hidden by a
chap who seems to hide them in such a way to leave me foxed.
Certainly I've made hard work of his last three hides.
Bearing that in mind and
consequently expecting quite a search this morning I left for work
with plenty of time, and found the cache after about ten seconds of
hunting. I have now done fifty continuous days of finding a cache.
Having found this
morning's cache I was suddenly at a loose end; with over an hour
before I needed to be at work. So I drove round Chartham and hunted
out likely parking places for future walks with my dog. I also went
in to the Cheapo Bargains shop. Ashford's Cheapo Bargains shop does
two bottles of (fairly decent) plonk for six quid. The shop in
Canterbury does the same two bottles for a fiver. So I got some of
those. I would have got a new phone charger as well if the staff
could have been bothered to show me where they were kept.
And so to work ou il y
etait un piroquet dans l'arbre. Un piroquet (!) "Morbleu!
Parsambleu! Sapristi! Tonnerre de Brest! Mille millions de mille
sabords!" nous disons. Entre-temps le singe et l'autre
oiseau doit marchent sur la planche. After all it was "National
Talk Like A Pirate Day" today.
In previous years I've
blogged about this. I won't go over the old ground; I'll just say
that it was a fun idea at the time which has probably long since had
its day. It's not been the same since it's founder Mad Cap'n Tom
threw in the sponge.
And so home. That trolley
is still in the front garden. I shall get in touch with those
Trolleywise people tomorrow...
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