I was told off for daring
to insinuate that the most recent fruit of my loin had wind last
night. "er indoors TM" took her
off to hospital shortly before midnight and I tried (and failed)
to sleep only to find it really was wind; baby is still safely
ensconced where 36-week gestation babies should be.
Despite the trauma of the
night, or perhaps because of it, I was wide awake at silly o’clock,
and having watched Ricky Gervais on the telly I took "Furry
Face TM" round to the park to test out the
software of my latest Wherigo project. It all works fine; however the
place where I hoped to install the final part is currently fenced off
with building works going on. Those of my loyal readers who enjoy a
Wherigo (or even know what one is) will have to wait a little
longer I’m afraid.
As I walked round the
park I was amazed at how many nutters were about at silly o’clock.
There were a fair few Gurkhas doing their morning aerobics. And I
found myself being followed by a pair which I can only describe as
the village idiot’s grandparents.
(A little description
might help the non-geocachers here… A Wherigo is a GPS based game
played on your SmartPhone. So when playing one (or testing one) any
onlooker will wonder why you are wandering around seemingly at
random. Especially so when you are trying to get out of a virtual
maze which you can only see on your phone)
The village idiot’s
grandparents watched me for a bit. I gave them a sickly smile and
hoped they would piss off. They asked if they could help me. I
thanked them for their offer and politely declined. They insisted
that they could help me. I insisted that they could not. They
demanded to help me. I told them that they didn’t want to help me
at all; they just wanted to know what I was doing. They went red and
hurried away.
I came home and mowed the
lawn. It was rather damp and rather long; it hadn’t been mowed for
two months. It took some mowing. And then having mowed and raked I
mowed and raked again. I then put the washing on the line; I felt
exhausted. I hadn’t stopped.
It wasn’t even 9am by
then.
I wasted the morning
pootling about on the Internet; buying geo-supplies on eBay and
archiving old geocache whilst "er indoors TM"
had a tidy-up. And having scoffed a cream cake for lunch I set off
out on a little mission. Two of my geocaches had been reported as
needing maintenance. Both allegedly needed new log books. I'll
concede that one of them did. The other... I would have said that
with seventy five per cent of the paper still available to be written
on, there was no immediate need to log a "Needs Maintenance".
I struggled to find the
one that didn't need the log changing; someone had moved it about ten
metres from where I'd hidden it. But they'd found a better hiding
place; we'll run with that one.
I then went on to my sax
lesson. Teacher made the observation that no matter what I play, I
play it at the same speed; rather too slowly. I think she has a
point.
Bearing in mind "Daddies
Little Angel TM"'s exploits at the
hospital overnight we went down to visit. And bearing in mind my
early start I spent most of the visit fast asleep on the sofa whilst
Charlie watched "Uncle Grandpa" on the Cartoon
Netwoork.
And with "er
indoors TM" off to the film night I ironed
my shirts, watched "Starship Troopers" and had an
early night...
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