"Daddies Little
Angel TM" stayed with us overnight last
night; our not getting home till 1am made it the sensible thing to
do. I heard her get up to the toilet six times during the night. When
I finally did doze off I soon woke finding myself tangled in the hose
of my CPAP machine.
Dog babysitters needed to
be releived, so we took the Folkestonians home. As we were in the
area we picked up a new geocache which had appeared there over the
weekend, and then came home. As we drove we had a phone call from "My
Boy TM" - did we fancy a fry-up brekkie.
We met him, Cheryl and Lacey at the cafe.
With brekkie scoffed we
rallied the plastic-hunters and set off to Harbledown for a
geo-stroll. Only a short one of five miles, but a walk is always
good. As we walked we could hear the thunder rumbling all around us,
but fortunately the rain held off.
Mind you there was one
very iffy incident. I was doing my thing hunting plastic. According
to the GPS I was only five metres from my target when I suddenly felt
as though I was on fire. Somehow I was attracting wasps, and in the
space of some ten seconds was stung over fifteen times. Suzy-Dog was
also stung. For all that I was in serious pain I felt for the poor
pup. She couldn't understand what had happened. But neither Fudge nor
the other four people in our group got stung.
It *really*
hurt....
We got back to the car
just as the rain started, and it was at that point that I realised
that I hadn't taken a single photo of our walk.
Home again; where I hosed
the mud from a very grubby Fudge-pup and then had a shower and a
rub-down with germoline for myself.
I had all sorts of things
I could have been getting on with this evening; I merely sat in front
of the telly and sulked about the pain I was still suffering from a
score of wasp-stings.
And on a less trivial
note (after all what is a wasp sting in the great scheme of
things) it is now forty five years since the first
man to walk on the Moon actually did so.
Bearing in mind what a
wonderful acheivement it was at the time and how excited I was as a
five-year old, am I wrong to be somewhat disappointed with how the
future has turned out...?
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