Not including a nocturnal
tiddle I slept though until 7.30am this morning when backache finally
forced me out of my pit. I came downstairs to find a very sleepy dog
still fast asleep. He didn't stir even when I opened the cage door or
even when I scoffed toast. He finally staggered over and sat on my
lap for morning soppiness which was when I took a few
photos of him.
In a fit of boredom I
drafted a geo-whinge to post on a geocaching forum. I was wondering
what people want from the hobby. Earthcache day was a couple of weeks
ago and I only had two logs on my three owned Earthcaches. I put
quite a bit of effort into making a new Wherigo a little while back
and after five finds in two weeks it's had no one near it in a month.
Last month I put a lot of effort into making a puzzle cache. It's
been found twice and at the last meet I was told (many times)
that said puzzle had gone onto the ignore list as people couldn't be
bothered to make the effort to solve it. Yet if I shove a film pot
cache under a rock, for all that everyone slags it off,dozens of
people actually go look for it.
I did have half a plan to
get involved in another rather involved geo-project, but I have a
dilemma. I can spend hours of time and effort only to have two people
say "well done Mr B", or I can stick a magnetic key
holder on the back of a roadside and have swarms of people smiling.
I drafted the geo-whinge
and then deleted it without posting it anywhere. It would only start
an argument.
"er indoors TM"
emerged from her pit and we went round to Asda. She wanted a free flu
jab. I'd been offered one but had turned it down. Having been rather
dragooned into having one last year I felt rather ill afterwards and
didn't fancy that again. I have a theory that when I have the flu jab
I am poorly, and when I don't have the flu jab I don't get flu
anyway.
Once home I got the
Christmas beer out of the tin and into the bucket, I had a quick sax
practice much to the disgust of "Furry Face TM",
and then we had a rather good bit of brekkie.
Andy and kim came round,
and "Furry Face TM" got very
over-excited, and when I picked him up he yelped in pain. His back
isn't quite right yet. So we settled him down and got the train to
Dover. The Rear Admiral and associate joined us half way, and we
spent a rather pleasent afternoon wandering round Dover drinking
ourselves silly. We found a micro
brewery at DeBradlei Wharf we never knew about. We found a new
micro pub that plans to start brewing soon. The Port
of Call was (finally) open and Kim had chilli cider (yuk),
and we finished off the Dover session by a
Dinner in the Samuel
Peto in Folkestone went down very nicely, and the rest of the
evening was something of a blur...
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