Having (finally)
got through all of my Blakes Seven DVDs, this morning (5am) I
was catching up with some of the stuff I'd put onto the SkyPlus box.
There was a five part dramatisation of the life of Mrs Biggs; wife of
the infamous great train robber Ronnie. I watched the first episode
over brekkie. It was actually rather good.
I don't think my little
dog was too impressed though. He hauled himself over to see me and
expressed interest all the time there were crusts of toast going,
after which time he went back to his bed where he went to sleep and
snored.
Day fifty four of my
caching streak saw me rummaging in the undergrowth near Little Burton
Farm at 6.30am. I found the cache I was after - it was fairly obvious
where to look; others had clearly trampled the area before me. Mind
you I did spend the rest of the day worrying my ear where a stinging
nettle had got it.
And so on to work;
listening to the news. Apparently militant Islamists are up
to no good in Nairobi.
I know of Muslims who are
decent people. I once took cubs to a Mosque where we were welcomed
warmly. However in many years of listening to BBC radio I don't think
I've ever heard a good word said about them in the news. Surely this
must be BBC bias; I know for a fact that they are not all as bad as
Radio Four would have us beleive.
As I'd left for work I
noticed that the supermarket trolley was still in the garden. I'd
logged it as having escaped from Asda using the Trolleywise app last
Tuesday, and over the weekend I had given the Trolleywise people some
stick on their Facebook and Twitter pages.
It wasn't that long
before the Trolleywise people answered my question this morning -
apparently they aim to collect trolleys within twenty four hours of
their being reported; and they asked for my postcode so they could
collect this errant trolley. I gave them my postcode, and they
replied instantly with a promise to investigate and get back to me.
They did so within an hour and assured me the driver would be
collecting the trolley sometime during the afternoon.
I had a phone call - the
nice lady at Woodchurch village hall wanted to confirm the astro
club's hall bookings for next year. I've asked for the last Friday of
every month for the whole year, and she agreed. Except for December -
we agreed to meet on the 19th rather than on Boxing Day. I'm guessing
we won't have built our science centre before then.
And eventually to work.
After some serious sniffing around the chap from down the corridor
(I'm told he was worth sniffing round) we went back up the
tree qui habite on France.
Apparently il y a un
supermarche dans cette arbre maintenant ou on peut achete du pain et
du lait. L'oiseau veux achete du pain et du lait pour son sandwiche.
Il aime du pain et du lait dans son sandwiche parce que il est non
plus tres stupide ou il est batard (avec le sucre au dessus)...
I came home to find that
trolley had finally gone.
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