The new mattress isn't
bad. In all honesty it seems very little different to the old one
apart from the fact it's six inches higher. That six inches would
seem to have thwarted a certain dog's ability to get on to the bed.
We now have a mattress
surplus to requirements. As everyone knows, no home is complete
without a discarded mattress in the front garden, so if any of my
loyal readers need one, just drop me a line.
After brekkie I hung the
washing on the line. As I did this "Furry Face TM"
stalked the fish pond as he does. To my amazement he caught a Koi
this morning, actually having the fish's head in his mouth. I shouted
at him and he dropped the fish back into the water. I wonder if it
will survive its ordeal.
We then drove round to
collect the Roddericks and made our way to the car park by the
Martello Tower in Dymchurch. They wanted more money than I had in
change for parking. I tried to use the automated system to pay on my
credit card, but the technology just wasn't up to it. So we drove
round the corner and parked free in one of the side streets.
Having met up with Jimbo
and Stevey we then got on with the business of the day; basically
having a geo-wander around Dymchurch. We didn't get quite as far
along the sea wall as we might have done, but by the time we called a
halt we had found every cache in Dymchurch, including a cheeky FTF on
the way. We found out about the Littlestone Water Company and
bananivorous animals. We had a harrowing twenty minutes when we lost
"Furry Face TM" in a field of
wheat. We had a pint of cider and a bag of beans on cheese on toast
crisps (which were really rather tasty). We had a particularly
good amaretto ice cream. And we even laughed at the pissed tarts who
were having a competition to see who could shout the"C"
word the loudest.
We ended the afternoon at
a geo-meet where loads of hunters of tupperware got together for a
crafty ice cream and gossip.
Home, and once I'd washed
the fox poo of of my dog I had a look on-line. Oh dear... why do I do
it? On-line discusion forums are just one big fight.
Earlier
in the day I was looking at a geo-puzzle just of the North Kent
coast. I can't solve the puzzle because I can't understand it. The
words are in English; but the sentences are not. So often this is the
case; a lot of time and effort goes into hiding a geocache but al the
good work is undermined by the dreadful way the thing is presented
to its target audience. So
I posted onto the forum supposedly used by those who decide whether
or not a geocache is up to scratch "Just
an observation - more and more of the cache descriptions I'm reading
seem to be written by a six year old. Atrocious spelling, appalling
grammar, frankly meaningless sentences. Are there no minimum
standards of literacy for cache descriptions?"
Oh
- I got some nasty replies. I posted that comment intending no insult
or disrespect; after all, having written something, does it really
take that long to re-read what you have actually written? And if you
know you are not the world's most literate person, why not have a
friend proof-read it for you?
Mind
you, for all the stick I've got on the subject, over twenty people
have "liked"
my comment, including "The
Man With No Alias (Patent Pending)".
One
cannot help but wonder what "The
Man With No Alias (Patent Pending)"
is doing lurking on geo-forums.. Perhaps he's seen the light...
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