After a good night's
sleep I was raring to go. No one else seemed raring, so I wasted an
hour or so checking out Facebook and emails and the like. There
wasn't really a lot going on in the world.
I had a mooch through my
Facebook friends list. I saw I've been de-friended by someone with
whom I thought I was on reasonably good terms. I wonder what I did to
give offence there? In years gone by I *really* did try to be
everyone's best buddy. Now I've come to conclude that this simply
isn't possible. Oh well, one person don't like me... over four
hundred people are still on the friends list.
We collected "My
Boy TM" and his entourage and we set off
to Hastings. First of all to visit various relatives. And with
relatives visited we had a little picnic on the West Hill. It was a
shame that passing dog-walkers didn't have the common sense (or
decency) to drag their dogs away from the picnic. I honestly
think that one epically fat dog-walker thought that we were there to
feed her dog.
Despite scrounging dogs
we enjoyed our picnic, and then whilst everyone else went into St
Clements Caves I took "Furry Face TM"
for a little walk (as dogs aren't allowed in the caves). Me
and Fudge had a little geo-stroll. I must admit that I was
disappointed to only find two out of five caches. One of the three I
didn't get was broken, and two would seem (from the logs) to
have been missing for some time. Perhaps I was being rather cynical
when I whinged that it would seem that geo-maintenance isn't
something that goes on much on the West Hill in Hastings.
With the caves visited I
met up with those who had gone underground and we then had a quick
five minutes in the play park. We might have given it longer, but the
sky was black. So we visited more relatives, and I wound up my grand
daughter.
Sums.
Twenty seven plus nuffink
equals nine. Lacey didn't agree, and tried it on her caclulator. She
got a different result to me, but I used my brain to think (ouch!)
and so I am confident that twenty seven plus nuffink equals nine.
Once home "er
indoors TM" set off bowling. I treated
myself to KFC, watched another episode of "Revolution"
and realised the spell-checker in OpenOffice would seem to have died.
Apologies if this doesn't read quite as well as it might do. I then
organised a provisional geo-stroll for next Sunday; if any of my
loyal readers fancy hunting tupperware and haven't seen the event
advertised elsewhere, drop me a line for details.
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