It was dark when I got up
this morning. Not completely dark, but noticeably blacker than it has
been. The days are getting shorter. Over brekkie I watched the last
of the current season of "The Mill"; our hero is
facing transportation to Australia. In the era in which this show is
set going to Australia was a bad thing. Personally I wouldn't mind
going.
"Furry Face TM"
joined me for the end of the show. Too late for him to have any
toast though, which was probably just as well for his waistline.
I checked my emails; no
new geocaches had appeared overnight so I set off to work shortly
before 7am and took a rather circuitous route to Canterbury via
Dobbies garden centre and Boughton Aluph war memorial in a vain
attempt to curb the excesses of the blue scum. They get everywhere,
you know.
I've been told that my
latest silly craze (Ingress) is actually a clever tool used by
Google to monitor people's movements. It may well be; but it seems an
odd way of doing it. If the nice people at Google really want to know
where I go and what I do, they can read this blog. Or even just ask
me. I make no secret of where I go.
Also if anyone wants to
track me without my knowledge it would make far more sense to sneak
something into the software of (say) my Kindle app or my
diet-diary app. Putting it into Ingress is daft; the only reason I
went to Dobbies garden centre, Boughton Aluph war memorial and the
Bilting cattery this morning was because there were parts of the
Ingress game there. It was Google who took me there; common sense
tells us that if you make certain places key to a GPS-orientated game
then people are going to go to those places.
I got to work and spent
much of the day looking out of the window at the rain. When I wasn't
looking at the rain I was listening to the rain hammering on the
windowns and skylights. There had been two possible camping trips
planned for this weekend. One never actually happened and I turned
the other one down as the timings were wrong for me. It was as well
we didn't go camping; we would be taking down wet tents.
I didn't mind working
today; usually the August Bank Holiday Monday is spent on physical
labour anyway; when camping we would spend the morning (until
early afternoon) taking down a camp and the afternoon (until
early evening) putting all the stuff away. Only working till mid
afternoon actually made for a more restful Bank Holiday for me.
I did my bit at work on a
surprisingly busy day, and then came home. I did have vague plans to
pick up a particular geocache on the way home, but I didn't want to
traipse across three hundred yards of field after it had been raining
all day long. Instead I Ingressed along the A28 capturing great
swathes of Chartham and Godmersham for the forces of good.
(Well...green anyway)
I also had formed a plan
to take "Furry Face TM" for a
walk around the Romney Marsh this evening but again a day's rain
would have made for a miserable wet stroll. So I slobbed about and
did a little puzzle solving for a possible walk on Sunday in the
general vicinity of Dymchurch.
And then we had an
evening in. We watched the Johnny Depp WIlly Wonka film over a rather
good curry and a bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape. Recently I've had a
lot to say about expensive wines not being anywhere near as good as
cheap Australian red wine. This Chateauneuf du Pape is rather good
stuff. I shall have a look in Morrisons tomorrow and see if I can
get some more...
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