Another early start spent
much the same as most mornings watching drivel recorded onto the
SkyPlus box. I have worked out that when the clocks went forward the
cheap rate timer on the leccie meter stayed where (when?) it
was. So I've taken to doing laundry over brekkie. Mind you, like most
things in life, it has good points and bad points.
On the plus side I am
saving money by using cheap leccie.
On the minus side I can't
hear the telly over the noise of the spin cycle.
I can't remember anything
of note on the morning's radio show on my drive to work. I suppose
that would be a good thing both for my blood pressure and the
temperature of my urine.
Work was much the same as
ever. At lunchtime I popped out for sax practice. I found myself a
little bored with Dvorzak and so experimented with Puff the Magic
Dragon. I found myself going up an octave and was left breathless,
but I was rather pleased with the result. I just need to keep
practicing.
I saw something rather
shocking on my way back in to work. Every lunchtime I go out for sax
practice, and the inestimable Soup Boy goes for a run. That's what he
tells everyone. As I walked back to work I saw the inestimable Soup
Boy. He had made himself comfortable on the grass, taken off his
shoes and gone to sleep. So much for his four-mile runs (!)
As I drove home there's
no denying that I wasn't feeling on top form. I felt rather
breathless. Yesterday I mentioned about Saharan dust. Apparently this
stuff has combined with "other pollutants" and has
given the worst air pollution in South
East England for years. Officials have even gone so far as to
advise anyone of a delicate disposition to stay indoors.
I wondered if maybe I
should have done that, but small dogs don't understand news
bulletins. So I popped the lead onto "Furry Face TM"
and took him through the Co-op field and round the park. Our walk was
relatively uneventful; no fox poo, no dog fights. All rather dull
really.
Once home I checked out
the Internet. A geocache or two has gone live locally. Over fifty of
the things down on the marsh. That will be something to do over the
next weekend or so. I then spent a little while sending personal
emails to people whose names appear on geocache logs but rarely come
to any of the meets. I've now invited over fifty people (who I
don't think have ever done a Wherigo) to come Wherigoing on
Saturday morning.
I wonder it there will be
much interest...
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