A reasonable night's
sleep; I spent a little time over brekkie watching a documentary
about the 90s kids show "Fun
House". Apparently no one ever told the studio cleaners
the format of the show, and so copious amounts of gunge were cleaned
up by two little old ladies with mops and buckets. What looks on
screen to be a quick snappy show was in reality incredibly slow to
make - there was regularly two hours between scenes as the little old
ladies couldn't mop fast enough.
I always liked Fun House.
I wonder what happened to them all...
I took "Furry
Face TM" for our outing. His morning walk
and my morning game of Ingress. As we walked through Bowens Fields
Wetlands I noticed something. There used to be a fallen tree there. A
large thing, about ten yards long. "er indoors TM"
had hidden a geocache inside it. That fallen tree wasn't there any
more. After a short search I found it. It was almost (but not
quite) in the pond. Moving that would have taken some serious
effort; if not a bulldozer. I can't help but wonder who moved it and
why. In any event it's done for that cache.
Once home I gave "Furry
Face TM" his breakfast, settled him down
and set off on my morning's pre-work mission. First of all to get
petrol, and then on to Blean for a spot of geocaching. Yesterday I
went for three and got two. Today I went for six and found five.
I started off with a
puzzle I'd solved some time previously, and then went on a little
wander around Tyler Hill woods. One of the caches there was in a
sorry state. From that little stroll I moved on to Blean church where
I found one, but couldn't find the one that was supposedly attached
to a bench. That one has had previous "Did Not Find"
logs. I had an idea to give the C.O. a week to do something and then
I was going to log a "Needs Archiving". But (to
his credit) the chap who hid that cache has already posted that
he's going to sort it out.
I find myself more and
more becoming the Geocaching Police in East Kent. There are so many
caches which have been set and then left to rot. The caches
themselves have long gone, as have the people who hid them, but their
footprint remains on the map both wasting everyone's time in looking
for them, and in blocking a decent space for someone who might
actually want to do the hobby properly. It's good to find someone
prepared to do maintenance.
Despite ripping a hole
out of my leg on barbed wire (who needs stiles?) I got so
enthralled in my walk that I was almost (but not quite) late
to work.
I did what I could, and
had something of a busy day. A busy day made for a late lunch; but
not too late not to have a saxophone practice. Yesterday I was
getting rather despondent with the thing; today's rendition of "The
Teddy Bears' Picnic" was flawless; albeit a little slow.
I'll persevere with that sax.
Once home I checked my
emails. A couple of months ago I entered a couple of short stories
I'd written into a writer's competition. A few weeks ago I was told
that both had made it to the first shortlisting. Today's emails
brought the news that both stories have made it through to the next
stage.
I'm feeling quite pleased
about that. I really should dust off that novel I've been writing on
and off for a couple of years...
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