There's no denying I felt
rough this morning; I blame the stout. Over brekkie I sat and stared
into space; and as I waited for "er indoors TM"
to emerge from her pit I did this week's installment of my Coursera
course. This week we were covering the migrations of the first humans
from their African origins to (basically) all over the world.
There are a *lot* of theories on the matter, but preciious
little hard evidence to back up any of these theories. But at least
the spoken English in this week's video lectures was much more
comprehensible than it has been.
Which is no excuse for
the frankly abysmal score I got in the test. Again I blame the stout.
Over the last few weeks
I've had some messages that some of the geocaches I've hidden had
gone missing (as had"er indoors TM")
so today was geo-maintenance day. Whilst out geo-maintaining we met
up with an old friend. Emmaroo seemed well, as did her baby.
With baby clucked over
and geo-maintaining done we then drove round to five churches in
pursuit of church micro geocaches. With these five uner my belt I
should be in position #456 in the country. Whilst out we stopped for
sausage and chips. "Furry Face TM"
liked the chips until he had some sausage. He wouldn't touch the
chips after that; he can be fussy. We got cream cakes too, and we
had a minor incident at Doddington church where the car got stuck in
mud. In pushing the thing out I nearly (but not quite) went
face first in the mud myself.
Home - where we scoffed
the cakes. They were a disappointment. They looked wonderful. But
what looked like cream was actually some manky chemical subsititute.
I shan't be going back to that cake shop again.
And the the rest of the
day was wasted in front of the telly. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Big
Bang Theory, Harry Potter.
I am sure I could have
done something more constructive with my time... but I did see a
trailer for the new latest "Thunderbirds"
re-make
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