I slept reasonably
well, and after brekkie was raring to go. The original plan for the day was a
trip to Saltwood to pick up those puzzle caches I’d solved yesterday. But with
my henchman (henchgirl?) feeling unwell I didn’t fancy going alone.
Instead I went out
with “Furry Face TM “ . As we walked through the park I could see
a woman walking towards us. I heard her before I saw her; she was bellowing
into her phone. When she was only a few yards away she threw the phone into the
distance and then loudly announced “It’s official – God hates me!” She
then proceeded to give me a blow by blow account of her sorrows and woes.
I’ve had a few of
those myself lately, and so could sympathise with her frustrations, but ranting
at innocent bystanders in the park isn’t going to solve her problems. I made my
excuses and left her haranguing an indifferent universe whilst I went round
to bother Cheryl and Lacey
Lacey is on half
term holiday this week, and we took some bread round to the lake to feed to the
ducks. Lacey was keen to geocache (good girl!) so we did a couple.
Whilst at the lake Fudge and a swan started shouting at each other. Cheryl had
to intervene quickly as Lacey was about to lob a rock at the swan for daring to
disrespect her dog-brother (as she calls Fudge).
Whilst we were out
Cheryl told me a rather sad tale of our time. The other day whilst she was out
driving a chap flew round a corner far too fast and crashed into her car. This
fellow pulled out a phone, gabbled into it, and within ten minutes there were a
dozen of his fellow countrymen (something eastern European) all round
Cheryl’s car pointing at her and shouting. She was terrified, and so phoned the
police. She explained what was going on and they didn’t want to know.
Let’s be clear on
this - a young woman on her own was being threatened and intimidated by a dozen
foreign men and the police flatly refused to attend.
So much for the
concept of the police force - time to have a different way of maintaining
public safety perhaps?
The afternoon was
something of a let-down. Over a spot of lunch I watched a documentary about the
making of Star Trek. I say “watched” – I scoffed lunch whist watching
the show, and woke up at 5pm.
Which reminds me –
I need to chase that sleep clinic…
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