Being up rather
earlier than I’d hoped I set about the astro club’s accounts. Not too bad,
really. I then pootled about for a bit fiddling with my presentation for next
month’s astro club. I hope it goes down well; it’s not especially long at the
moment.
I could have gone
out to be public-spirited this morning. I could have gone to a CITO (cache
in, trash out) event in which geocachers do a bit of tidying up of a public
area.
Last year I went
to a CITO event. It was on 10 March and on re-reading my blog entry for that day I can see that I
was rather unimpressed. Sixty brave souls turned up to be rather public
spirited, but most people soon lost interest and shoved off to do their own
sweet things, leaving only a few hardy souls working their butts off in the
cold and rain.
There was another such event today. But it was in the same place as
last’s year’s one. Presumably supervised by the same council employee. Bearing
in mind it was already raining I decided to stay home this morning. ‘er
indoors TM
went along. She’s more public-spirited (and
more forgiving) than me.
On March 7 I wrote “My new walking shoes have
arrived…. I wonder how long they will last” Today I got my answer. I took “Furry
Face TM
“for a short walk, and within fifty
yards I realised I had a wet foot. Looking at my feet I saw that the sole of my
walking shoe had a huge split in it. On the one hand I got the shoes for half
price. On the other hand they lasted six weeks. I would have expected a reputable
brand such as Cotton Trader to have supplied shoes which would have lasted a
little longer. Or do I walk *that* much that I have given the things a
lifetime’s wear in a little under two months.
I phoned Cotton
Traders to have a whinge. They were really helpful and have arranged for the
knacked shoes to be returned and new ones sent out to me.
I then set off to
Bybrook Barn; I’ve been needing an ink stamp for my latest geo-project. And
having got one I lunched in the American diner.
Sax lesson went
very well. I’m making progress, and this week’s homework has some well-known
tunes such as “Yankee Doodle” and “On Top of Old Smokey”, and a
couple of scales. My problem with squawkiness is probably due to my breathing (or
lack of it).
I’d gotten to the
music school a little early, and the student before me hadn’t shown, so I was
finished there rather earlier than I might have been. With over an hour until
the next phase of the day, I did what real men do. I went to the pub.
We were having “A
Gentlemen’s Afternoon” going round Folkestone’s ale houses in lieu of a
stag do. The plan had been to meet up at Ashford International at 3pm. Being at
a loose end and having heard that Terry had arrived at the Admiralty I took the
earlier train. We were soon in the Firkin where I had a rather nice pint of
porter, and I got through another two pints whilst waiting for all our number
to assemble.
A dozen of us then
moved on to the Chambers for another pint; then to the Samuel Peto for food.
You can’t beat a good mixed grill after far too much ale. Kipps bar had oatmeal
stout. Very nice.
Most people were
then going back to Ashford to see a band. But as Terry was staying in
Folkestone and I don’t see him much I stayed in Folkestone for another pint at
the Black Bull. Once a very rough pub this place has been done up very well.
I eventually said
my goodbyes, got myself a kebab, found a train going in the general direction
of home, fell asleep and woke up half way to London. Oh how I laughed…
As always I
took a few photos of the action. All in all, not a bad day….
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