Another good
night’s sleep. Over brekkie I saw not much of note had happened on-line
overnight, which was probably for the
best. So I put the lead on my dog and we went for a walk. Yesterday’s
walk was a pleasure. Today’s not so. As I crossed Beaver Lane so. The driver of
a Harveys (the furniture store) lorry pointed at me and started shouting at me. I couldn’t work out
what he was ranting about, but he was certainly aggressive. When he finally
paused for breath I pointed out the fallacy of ranting at the public from his
employer’s van with his employer’s name, phone number and website plastered all
over it. The chap suddenly changed his tack, and claimed he didn’t want to see
me being run over by a bus which was some distance up the road.
I wonder what had
boiled his piss today.
We carried on
round Singleton Lake and came home through the park. As we went I lost count of
how many dogs with which Fudge tried to pick fights. He wandered off into
shrubberies and hedges and refused to come back. It was just like the bad old
days when he was first allowed off of his lead. The whistle training failed
utterly. And then just to add insult to injury he found some fox poo in which
to roll.
Once home I spent
the morning planning yet another geo-stroll. There is a (vaguely)
astronomical virtual multi-geocache near Otford, so I tried to get my head
around what was required. Once I figured out what the description was actually
saying it all seemed straight forward. I then looked at a few puzzles which
were in the area and I solved some of them.
I then had a spot
of lunch. As I scoffed I watched “Detectorists”. Starring
Mackenzie Crook I don’t know how I missed seeing this show when it was first
show; it’s really good.
I then had a
message. Having spent the morning preparing an assault on a virtual
multi-geocache, a travelling virtual geocache had set up shop not five miles
down the road. Virtual geocaches are like rocking horse poo; incredibly rare,
and today I’m messing with two of them. So I hopped into the car and drove down
to Sellindge to seek out “Ye Olde Survey Monument”. It wasn’t in the
most accessible of places, but a virtual find is never to be sniffed at.
I came home, had a
cuppa, then had flashbacks as I went to Victoria Road school to do the school
run. For various reasons everyone was busy today and since I was at a loose end
I’d offered to collect Lacey and keep her amused. I took “Furry Face TM “ and with Lacey collected
we went to the play park for a bit, then came home and alternately made glitter
cards and fought with the dog until Mummy collected her.
I thought about doing more Coursera, but instead played silly Facebook
games until ‘er indoors TM came home. Tea was scoffed, then we gathered
the troops and set off to Folkestone. Insults were bandied, photos watched vias
Sky apps, and then we watched “The Flash”
dealing with the latest super-villain; “The
Human Fart”.
As super-villains go,
“The Human Fart” isn’t entirely
rubbish. He has the power to turn himself into an obnoxious fart at will. A
nice trick if you can do it…
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