I had a surprisingly good
night's sleep. Mind you with plans for the day I was up before dawn.
I know it's not for long each year, but I really don't like getting
up in the dark.
I went on-line and my
piss boiled over a rather trivial geo-reason. The exact reasons for
my hissy fit are irrelevant; it's just that ovr the last couple of
years I've been playing the "hunting tupperware"
game it's become painfully apparent that the rules aren't applied
consistently by those whose place it is to apply said rules. I've had
cache hides turned down because they are (supposedly) too
close to schools, but have since found fifteen closer than anything
I've ever tried to hide. I've tried to organise formal geo-events
only too be told they break the rules, and then seen others get the
green light for an exactly identical idea.
One such "applier
of rules" engaged me in a "discussion" on
the matter...
How does one block
someone from Facebook?
We collected my
amphibious associate and set off to Paddock Wood. There are two
Wherigo geocaches there which I fancied having a go at. The first one
was great fun; hunting virtual dominoes for an hour or so. We then
picked up a puzzle cache; and piss boiled. The rules say that you
cannot have a cache hidden on a roundabout. For the very sensible
reason that it would be a dangerous place to have one. We found one
on a roundabout that was only put out a few months ago. So I squealed
it to the geo-feds.
Two more Church Micros, a
bite to eat, and then we did another Wherigo. The first was fun; the
second was a rather dull tour guide. In retrospect we should have
done them the other way round. The "dull" one was
only dull in comparison to the first one; as a stand-alone wherigo it
was fine.
As we went back to the
car we found a pet shop where I got "Furry Face TM"
a bone which was as big as he is. Once home he set about that bone;
it should kep him quiet for a while.
In a break with tradition
we didn't do the New Year Thing in Folkestone; instead we went round
to Dan and Cheryl. Cheese was scoffed, charades and cards and silly
games played; an excellent evening.
And here we go; another
year. After two and a half particularly difficult onees, 2014 wasn't
too shabby for me. I'm now up to sixty per cent of the wages I was on
four years ago, we've had a family wedding and a Grandson born, had
nasal surgery, taken up the saxophone, been on a holiday.
Let's see what the
future holds...
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