I woke this morning at
4am, fully clothed, sitting on the sofa with a dog on my lap. For
some inexplicable reason I had a terrible headache. I wonder why.
I went to bed and after
a couple of hours woke again. If not raring to go, I was certainly
more lively than earlier.
I dressed, and did one of
those things which is easier to write than to do; I moved the spare
fridge from the shed to my car. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
wanted it. It only took an hour to haul the thing into the back of
my car. Not so much heavy as awkward I put my back out moving it. And
with it in the car I drove it to Folkestone where it is now in its
fnal resting pllace.
I came home via
Sainsury's car park (for geocachical purposes) and as I drove
home I saw a ghost.
There is a hump-backed
bridge in South Willesborough, very steep and very narrow. As I
approached the bridge there was a car coming the other way so I
slowed down. As I approached the bridge, the hump of the bridge hid
the car from my view for about two seconds. As I drove over the
bridge I realised that the other car had disappeared. There was
nowhere for it to have turned off; nowhere it could have gone.
Very mysterious.
Once home I pootled for a
bit, then we went to Canterbury. We had thought about taking the
train, but in the end drove to the park and ride and got the bus.
Whilst waiting for the park and ride bus we messed about in the
Cheapo Bargains shop.
And so to Canterbury. The
Coca-Cola big red lorry was in Canterbury today; we thoought we'd go
and see it. I don't really know what I was expecting form the day,
but I was disappointed. There was the big red Coca-Cola lorry and
nothing else at all. I would have thought there would have been side
shows and events and activities. There wasn't. Those who like
queueing up had the opportunity to queue up for hours to have their
photos taken by the lorry (at a not inconsiderable expense).
Those with sense went round the back and took photos almost
immediately and for free.
Whilst in the area we
found some geocaches and some munzees, and as it was a special
occassion we had some McLunch. I have a McFestive Meal. Very tasty.
As we ate we listened to
a very fat woman's mother who was broadcasting her medical ailments
to a disinterested world. Other people's medical ailment amaze me.
When I am ill I have colds, backaches, all run of the mill maladies
that doctors see all the time. Fat woman's mother apparently had
illnesses which made the so-called experts re-write the medical
textbooks. The doctors had never seen anything like her before. I
could beleive that.
As we came home our
phones beeped. An email. A new geocache had gone live on the Romney
Marsh. We could be First to Find. So we took a little detour on the
way home, and were lucky. First to Find. We came home feeling very
smug.
Once home er indoors
TM went bowling, and "My Boy TM"
and Lacey came to visit. Lacey had news. She is going to have a new
uncle or auntie; her other Grandad's ladyfriend is expecting.
Am I alone in thinking it
rather odd that someone would be eight years older than their uncle
or auntie?
I then spent the rest of
the evening attacking the contents of the laundry basket. Or
attacking it as best I could with a bad back. I think I strained
something when moving that fridge earlier...
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