I decided to go back to
the usual CPAP attachment last night and consequently had a
reasonable night's sleep. Even something of a lie-in; not getting up
till after 8am. I abluted, sloshed sinuses, felt nauseuous and sat
quietly for a bit.
Over brekkie I saw a
whole load of geocaches had gone live about ten miles away. That
would be the series for next weeks geo-meet. It's odd how the rules
say that you can't produce series of caches for meet-ups, but despite
that technicality some people are actually allowed to do so and
others aren't. (Regular readers of this drivel may remember that
it's an established point of geo-law that I am not...)
A couple of these newly
published caches were puzzles; I settled down for an hour or so
trying to solve the puzzles. And failed miserably. Key to one puzzle
was making a series of eastings (such as E000 12 . 235) I
had E000 151 .18119; which was several digits too long. Key to
another puzzle was making the subtraction "RADIO - MOBILE
PHONES" become 19. I couldn't do it. I struggled for a bit
whilst listening to the gurgling of my dog's stomach before emailing
the chap who'd set the puzzle begging for a clue. He's now sent me a
clue... I shall email him for another.
"er indoors TM"
eventually got up. As usual by the time she'd got up I'd been up for
about three hours and so I was crawling the walls with boredom.
Eventually we went out.
Up to town for a little shopping. We did a circuit of the town
centre, before popping round to McDonalds for a spot of lunch.
Personally I like McLunch. We then had a quick look in Matalans, and
then home where I took myself off to bed for an hour.
This sick leave isn't the
skive I was hoping for.
We then went out for
dinner this evening. There's no denying I wasn't feeling quite one
hundred per cent, but I am glad we went out.
As I went I had "a
little episode". ..
About
two years ago I hid a geocache on a lamp post just down the road from
where I live. Someone (I
have no idea who)
keeps pushing the cache higher and higher. As cache owner I want the
thing about six feet off the ground. I have been getting thoroughly
pissed off with finding it ten or more feet up where someone keeps
putting it. Tonight I saw red; scrambled up on a wall to reach up to
get the thing, eventually pulled it down, threw it into the distance,
then went on-line and archived it. In my archiving log I wrote "I
am sick and tired of putting this back where I want it only to find
it eight feet off the ground again".
Tonight the thing must have been twelve feet up.
I
might replace it; I might not. We shall see.
And so round to Kim and
Andy. We had a really good time. The wine and beer flowed; and as
well as pouring the stuff down my neck I actually learned quite a bit
about the wine. The dinner and company was excellent; really should
do this more often.
It was only a shame the
rain was bad; let's hope that improves by tomorrow; we have plans...
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