An odd night. I woke
about 2.30am and lay awake until ubout the sort of time I would
usually get up (shortly before 5am) when I nodded off and
slept right through till 7am. I got up and had my morning's fix of
Blake's Seven. I then had a look on the Internet. I see the astro
club is twitting. You can follow the astro club on Twitter, you know.
Though (in all honesty) I can't see the attraction myself.
Being limited in what you can write means that tweeters either have
to be particularly concise in what they tweet, or that they dribble
tweets all day long. Also in order to get round the limitations of
characters there are so many @ and #. I can't work out what most of
the tweets are about. For example I received this tweet the other
day: "@manky_badger 😏 RT @elakdawalla: MT
@SungrazerComets: Starting to see lots of really nice images (cont)
http://tl.gd/mm9c84" . I have absolutely no idea what it
means. Simularly the committee have received another tweet. Everyone
else is rather excited about it. I expect I would be too; if only I
knew what it was about.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. With no new geocaches
having gone live overnight I thought I'd clear one off my list which
had been there for a while. I won't go into details about the
cache in question; suffice it to say that it needs a little bit
of effort, and the requisite apparatus. Being tackled up with the
appropriate implement I eventually found my quarry, and so have now
logged a find every day for fifty-one days. At the moment I think my
caching streak will stop next Tuesday unless any other caches go live
locally.
When I started this run
of caches I never thought I'd complete the month of August, let alone
get this far. Mind you what I have done is nothing compared to a
chap in California who has logged finds every day since July 2003
until giving up last week - that's 3712 days.
With cache found we came
home via the park in a shallow attempt to sniff round the fit bird
with the brown poodle, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead I
ended up exchanging pleasentries with Orangehead's chunky little
friend.
Once home I got the lawn
mowed. I tried out my new strimmer too. It's not brilliant, but not
bad for twelve quid. Bearing in mind the replacement strimmer line is
over five quid, that's rather cheap. I then tidied up around the new
fence. I would have built in a gate, but I'm not exactly sure what
the holes Earle has drilled are for. I shall have to ask. I would
also have put back all the gravel but because the new fence is
further back than the old one the membrane doesn't quite reach.
I then tidied the garden
and took rubbish to the tip. The tip is different; it's been
re-built. I struggled to get rid of my rubbish because of all the
normal people who were marvelling at the place. I got chatting with
the people working there. They told me they have quite a problem with
sight-seers; people who come just to marvel at the new tip and just
get in the way of people like me trying to unload rubbish. Apparently
they have people demanding that their children be shown behind the
scenes, and these people get quite shirty when they are told to clear
off.
I came back to the tip
with another car load of rubbish, then got the hoover out and gave my
car a much needed valeting.
By now my back was
beginning to ache, so I had a cuppa, and then decided to look at
cutting back the overgrowth pouring over the fence from next door. It
was then that I realised that I still had all the old fencing that I
hadn't taken to the tip. I didn't fancy a third trip. I shall do that
all next week. And then all enthusiasm for gardening waned. And it
the afternoon was mostly gone. Having mowed the lawn earlier I
thought I'd give myself a haircut. Some eighteen years (or so)
ago a chap I'd just met introduced me to his newsagent. And the rest
is history.... but that newsagent sold me a set of clippers for a
tenner. I got my money's worth out of those clippers. I've not been
back to the barbers in all that time. Once a month I voom those
clippers over my head. Can't be bad.
er indoors TM"
eventually came home and we had a rather decent curry and a bottle
of that plonk I brought home yesterday. It's not the best wine I've
ever tasted, but at £2.50 a bottle it certainly isn't the worst.
That trolley is still in
my front garden...
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