Perhaps it's the
all-nighters I've done recently; I don't know. But last night I slept
for eight hours. The longest for a long time. I got up and had
brekkie, and seeing that little of note had happened overnight I took
"Furry Face TM" for a little walk.
We went down the back streets to Park Farm and home along the new
path to Asda. We had a minor altercation with a passing normal person
as we went; Fudge didn't actually attack, but had a serious woofing
fit at him. In all honesty I think my dog was scared by the chap's
wig. It was one of the worst hairpieces I've ever seen; it really did
look like a scruffy cat was sitting on his head.
As we walked through Park
Farm we found something odd. Fourteen four-pint bottles of milk were
randomly sitting on the roadside. What was that all about?
We came home via the pet
shop (where we got a chew bone) and once home I had a little
tidy-up. After a couple of hours I began to despair and phoned "My
Boy TM" for help. He was at work, which
was probably for the best. He would have taken all of the clutter to
the tip and would have asked questions later.
But talking with him
restored my spirit, I stopped crying and got the house to some
semblance of order.
I tried having a sax
practice, but a combination of not really knowing how this week's
tunes should go together with a dog which insisted on singing along
led me to abandon.
Over lunch I watched this
week's episode of "Gotham". I do like that show. And
then I settled my dog down and went off on a little geo-mission.
I've bought a new tablet
for geocachical purposes. The relatively big screen means I can see
the map, the ability to run spreadsheets will be invaluable for field
puzzles, it will generally make the whole process so much easier. But
would it actually work? The last thing I wanted was to be arse deep
in mud fighting with it whilst "Gordon Tracy" and
the rest of the GPS brigade gloated, so I took the thing out for
trial runs. If it didn't work I could chuck it in the bin and no one
would have been any the wiser.
There was a little
struggle tethering it to my phone's wi-fi hotspot, but the problems
there were down to operator error. There was a little bit of a
problem with Internet signal whilst out and about, but there are
tried and tested ways round that. But apart from these rather trivial
issues the thing worked perfectly. Tethered to the phone's wi-fi the
tablet navigated me to Wittersham and then on to Stone in Oxney. It
took me to both target caches, and logged them both. One in on-line
mode and one in off-line mode. The only real test that remains is
seeing how much of a battery life the thing has. But I have chargers
for that.
A quick cuppa, then I
went off for my weekly sax lesson. I do like these lessons; for all
that I can blow into the thing and get noise out, I find I learn so
much more when with teacher-lady. And with lesson saxed I came home.
Tonight's tea was a
bottle of cheapo plonk used to wash down Doctor Oetker's pizza. I
would recommend Doctor Oetker's pizza to all of my loyal readers.
The things cost ninety nine pence, but each one's packaging has a
barcode which you can scan to get a voucher worth one pound and fifty
pence. We had two pizzas tonight which effectively were not only
free, but Doctor Oetker paid us a quid to eat. Result (!)
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