I think I rather
over-exerted myself when going up the tree on Thursday. My right arm
and stomach muscles *really* hurt. So much so that it was
painful to even try to move in bed last night. I woke at silly
o'clock as I so often do; then lay trying to sleep for over two
hours, and was still watching DVDs before 6am.
"Earth 2"
is quite watchable; the Wikipedia entry is quite revealing. The actor
who played the little girl died some time ago. The actor who played
the little girl's father was very active in trying to pay the medical
costs ofr the girl who died. And the foxy one was apparently featured
in a leaked nudey video with Miss Teen America (!)
I surfed the net for a
while. Time dragged. I had an email - a new geocache had gone live
only two miles away. Being rather bored I thought I might try for a
First to Find. The cache description said "The cache is
sneakily hidden so be sure to have a look around especially if
something may look out of place or that you wouldn't expect to hold a
cache", so I went along expecting not to find it. Mind you I
called up the hint which basically told me where it was and what to
look for. I saw the thing right away; and no one else had signed the
log. First to Find. Secret geocaching ritual and happy dance too.
I came home, collected
"Furry Face TM" and took him round
the park. Some of our walks are dull; others more exciting. Today we
(he) shagged three other dogs before we even got to the park,
and in the time it took me to ask a steward what the one hundred or
more runners were doing, Fudge disappeared.
It turned out that last
Saturday a local running club started a Saturday morning run round
the park. Now every Saturday anyone who wants to join in just turns
up at 9am and runs a circuit of the park. There were loads of people
running, from small children to pensioners. (Including one
especially fit one in spandex)
Normally a fit one in
spandex might have held my attention, but not today. My dog was
missing. I couldn't find him anywhere. It turned out that in the
twenty seconds it took me to find out what was going on, Fudge had
joined in the race. After a rather worrying twenty minutes not
knowing which way to go to find my dog he was brought back to me by
Orangehead. She had captured him at the other end of the runners'
race where he had left the race and attempted to shag the dog of her
chunky little friend.
That was embarrassing.
For me. "Furry Face TM" didn't
seem at all fazed by proceedings.
The Bat arrived with
Clive and we set off down to Rolvenden for a spot of lunch. The Ewe
and Lamb is somewhere we've not been for a while. It was very
good a few years ago, and it still is. I started off with a ppint of
Cheddar cider from the hand pump. I remembered that stuff from a
holiday in Weymouth. Strong stuff that looks like orange squash. The
soup was wonderful, and then a plate of liver and bacon went down
very well. I scoffed far too much, and slept most of the way back to
Ashford. We came home via Lidls and Home Plus in torrential rain.
Feeling rather replete and having a little time we thought we might
grab a few moments of shut-eye.
Rather than having a few
minutes of dozing we both slept for over an hour only to be woken by
the door bell. Hosey had arrived to drive us to the evening's fun. We
had a frantic five minutes getting ready, and then we set off to
Steve and Sarah's for fireworks, We had a great time, excellent fun
with friends, and such a good spread too. There was a minor hiccup
when a bucket was destroyed along with the garden fence by a renegade
incendiary. But that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Aparet
from that fence and that bucket. They were certainly weakened in the
impact.
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