Having been gloating
about how well I was sleeping last week I was again wide awake far
too early this morning. The insides of my sinuses had swollen beyond
belief; this promised surgical re-boring of my snout can't come
quickly enough.
I came down and opened
the gate of "Furry Face TM" 's
cage; he carried on snoring. I did my morning routine, and over a
spot of brekkie I saw a series of twenty-four geocaches had gone live
quite near to work.
With my dog still on the
resting list I had no morning dog walk to do. I did have a geo-plan
already for the morning, but I scrapped that plan and thought I'd go
chase some First to Finds. (The sadder ones among the geocaching
community do that!)
As I drove the pundits on
the radio were crucifying some twit from the Home Office. Anti-social
behaviour orders (ASBSOs) are to be replaced with Criminal
Behaviour Orders (CRIMBOs)
The experts being
interviewed had very little confidence in the new CRIMBOs; they will
be the same old piss in a different shaped bottle (apparently) and
held in contempt by the majority of scratters and scumbags who fell
foul of the old system and who currently feel it's actually clever to
have an ASBO.
The radio show then
featured an interview
with Professor Brian Cox. Supposedly giving his views on the
likelihood of meeting aliens, foxy-Coxy wittered on in a rather banal
way without actually saying anything at all. He seems to be rather
good at that.
Eventually I arrived in
Harbledown. I popped on my wellies and set off on a little stroll.
For various geo-reasons I needed to find seven geocaches today;
having First to Finds was a rather nice bonus. The first one I found
was about twenty-five yards away from where the GPS would have me
believe, and the third one was especially tricky, but I got the seven
caches that I needed. As luck would have it the last one was actually
my one hundredth First to Find. Happy dance indeed.
I didn't really have
enough time to do the entire series; and it's only fair to give
others the chance of an FTF or two, so having gone entirely the wrong
direction for half a mile or so I retraced my steps back to the car.
I'll go find the rest another time.
Once de-booted I then set
off to McDonalds for a celebratory McBrekkie, and then on to a
surprisingly busy day at work.
Lunchtime sax practice
went reasonably well. I'm quietly (noisily) confident with
"Greensleeves", feel I can do something with "The
Drunken Sailor" (oo-er!), and have all but given up
with "Goose on the Razzle"...
I suspect most people
give up with geese on the razzle.
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