I woke at 4am today and
rather than laying awake I got up instantly, pootled about for a bit
and then tried going back to bed after half an hour's assorted
chores. This experimentr was a qualified success; I slept deeply, but
had a particularly vivid dream featuring "The Man With No
Alias (patent pending)" who in this dream was wearing
seriously thick make-up to conceal a black eye. He would not reveeal
the source of this black eye, buut was unusually defensive about
suggestions that he had been "bashed up off of a girl".
Back in the days when I was a cub scout leader being "bashed
up off of a girl" was one of the most seriously humiliating
things that could ever happen to anyone.
Over brekkie I checked
emails. Last night I mentioned that no one had found the geocaches
that I had hidden. I was wrong. They had been found, but by people
who use dedicated GPS units. One of the many problems with dedicated
GPS units is that logging what you've done with them takes longer
than it does with a phone.
I must admit that my piss
boiled somewhat. Over the last year I have received a fair amount of
sarcasm and rudeness about the sort of caches that I have hidden.
Many of them have been deliberately simplistic so that they might be
easily found. This way of hiding received some serious criticism so
earlier this year I hid a few caches which were rather trickier and
were intended to be more challenging. These harder caches haven't
received many visits; one of them had no one go near the thing for
over four months. Last week I put a *lot* of effort into
making a Wherigo cache which has had a very disappointing reception.
Yesterday I announced
eight plastic sandwich boxes shoved under some sticks at any old
random tree root and the punters came running from far and wide.
With washing put out oon
the line I put the lead onto "Furry Face TM"
and we went for a walk around Little Chart. Whilst in the area I went
for a new cache that had gone live overnight. It would have been nice
to have had a First to Find; I was beaten to it. By someone who
already had over twenty FTFs yesterday... But Little Chart is a
rather scenic place to be, and my little dog was as good as gold on
and off the lead. More people should walk in the countryside; it is
truly wonderful.
We came home after an
hour or so, and I took the bin of garden waste to the tip. I had
planned to carry on making good in the garden, but the membrane I was
going to use had been dragooned into use as a makeshift barbecue
cover.
Lunch, and then I spent a
little while working on another Wherigo cache. I say " a
little while"; I completely lost track of the time. I had
intended to iron during the afternoon. I stopped Wherigoing when er
indoors TM" came home at 7.30pm.
Most of teh ironing will
keep; I spent the rest of the evening ironing shirts whilst watching
DVDs. Having watched Babylon 5, BattleStar Galactica and Blake's
Seven, the next boxed set on my shelf was Brideshead Revisited.
Brideshead Revisited is a
particular favourtite of mine. I have read the book so many times I
nearly know it off by heart...
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