Yesterday I whinged that
I wasn't feeling quite one hundred per cent. After a good night's
sleep I was feeling a little better. I loaded laundry into the
washing machine and after a quick bit of brekkie took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. Three new geocaches
had gone live within a mile of home this morning. Two were ideally
placed for a walk with my dog; one was on its own near Kingsnorth
church. I thought I'd chase the First to Find on that one, and leave
two FTFs for other people. I am kind like that.
We chased the FTF; we got
it and did the happy dance and the secret geo-ritual. Or, to be
precise I did the happy dance and the secret geo-ritual. Fudge
just tried to roll in various piles of unspeakable stuff.
We then continued our
walk into the town centre where the blue scum had been making serious
in-roads into the area (it's an Ingress thing). Whilst we were
out I checked on one of my geocaches as we were passing. And my piss
boiled.
This cache is dead
simple to find; it's a magnetic key holder on a sign about seven feet
off the ground. A couple of weeks ago I replaced it with a new one
because the old one had gone missing. This morning I had a look -
there were two caches there. All I can imagine is that someone must
have found the original and then taken it home to show their mum and
brought it back later after I'd replaced it. Interestingly the last
person to find it before it went missing had a cache find count of
less than ten so I can only surmise they don't know the proper
etiquette.
When we were about as far
from home as we were going to get on this morning's walk the heavens
opened. So having set out with good intentions I came home with a
stuffy nose, a gammy knee and was soaked as well.
Once home I did dull. I
hung out wet laundry and looked at the household accounts. They could
be better.. they could be a whole lot worse. I pushed the hoover
(Dyson) round the house, and watched Martin walking up the
road some three hours later than he usually does on a Saturday
morning.
Usually I would have done
more on a Saturday morning, but a general spirit of lethargy had
seized me and I slobbed about on the laptop until mid day.
Sax lesson went
reasonably well, and then... I still can't quite beleive the antics
of the afternoon. For reasons that wouldn't surprise anyone who reads
this drivel I need a cheap table and a music stand. So hoping to
save a bit of money we had a look in the charity shop in Brookfield.
Whilst browsing we were
approached by a passing Geordie who asked us if we wanted to buy a
mattress. "er indoors TM" has
beeen looking at mattresses recently so she knows a thing or two
about them. "Bonny Lad" took us to his van in the
car park where he had several brand new mattresses which would
normally retail at about a thousand pounds each. Apparently some
local families had ordered them and had changed their minds and
didn't want them and he needed to get them out of his van so he could
load up some other cargo to take back to Newcastle.
Sounds plausible? I
didn't beleive a word of it either.
I wasn't at all
interested, and so he slashed his asking price. I still wasn't
interested, so he slashed it even more, and offered imediate
delivery. So I hopped in the cab with him, he drove it home and I
gave him a hundred quid. We had something of a struggle getting the
mattress into place, only to find that the thing was a tad wider and
a lot deeper that the old mattress. But five minutes in Dunelm Mill
saw us with a new fittted sheet.
I've since had a look on
line. It really does seem that we've got an orthopaedic mattess at
about a tenth of the going rate. Result!!
Yesterday I turned down
going to astro club as I wasn't feeling especially sociable. A
blocked ear, swollen sinuses and ongoing headache wasn't making me
the best of company today so "er indoors TM"
set off to a family barbecue without me.
Instead I took "Furry
Face TM" for a little walk to pick up
those two geocaches I didn;t chase this morning. I had planned to
spend the evening writing up homework and ironing. I did neither. I
got some curry and chips from the shop down the road and slobbed in
front of the telly. Last week I didn't like the episode of "Doctor
Who". Tonight's episode was a great improvement...
Off to bed.... I wonder
what that new mattress will be like...?
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