This morning's haul of
emails brought one from one of the "Grand Old Men"
of the geo-world asking if I could give a hint towards solving a
geo-puzzle. I was happy to help, and (to be honest) felt a
sense of acheivement. You know you've arrived when those with the
highest cache counts ask you for a hint.
This morning's dog walk
was round to Frog's Island. As we walked we met a young mother and
her small child who were having an argument which they asked me to
settle. Small child was insistent that Fudge was a chihuahua. Mother
didn't know wat he was, but she was sure she (!) wasn't a
chihuahua. I explained that my dog was a Patagonian Tripe-Hound.
Mother wasn't having any of this rubbish and asked if I was sure.
Keeping a straight face I assured her I was, and asked if she was
possibly getting confused with Australian or Hungarian Tripe-hounds.
Mother then nodded sagely, and they both went on their way.
Once home I settled my
dog, and went for a little drive. Yesterday I mentioned that Curry's
had dog-cams. I went there, and was studiously ignored by all the
staff. So I went round to PC World where they too ignored me, as did
the staff in the Folkestone branch of Currys.
Being in Folkestone I
went on to see "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and the littlun. Baby Jake has got the snuffles. Bless. "Daddies
Little Angel TM" was ranting about
postmen. She too has a postman who would rather put a slip through
the door rather than actually deliver parcels. So we walked round to
the posting office to collect the delivery ourselves. It's been some
time since I last pushed a push-chair.
On the way home I thought
I'd give the Folkestone branch of Currys another chance. They thought
they'd ignore me again. I popped into Sainsburys to get a pot of
their lunch-salad-jollop-stuff. Whilst in there I found myself in the
queue behind two young ladies who worked for the UK Border Force. I
could tell that from their foxy uniforms; and I could tell they were
"on the other bus" from the way they were constantly
touching each other.
I considered both the
uniforms and the touching to have been something of a result.
And as it was on my way
home I thought I'd give the Ashford branch of Currys another chance.
And like their Folkestonian colleagues they too thought they'd ignore
me again.
Once home I then went on
to eBay and bought a dog-cam for quite a bit cheaper than the price
at which Currys had them advertised. The thing might take a day or so
to arrive, but eBay seem happy to take my money.
I scoffed my pot of
Sainsbury's lunch-salad-jollop-stuff; it wasn't very good. And with
it scoffed I did the ironing whilst watching a film. "Layer
Cake" was an all-action film about violence and
gangsters who were getting violent with other gangsters. The film
might have benefitted from the addition of a plot, but perhaps that's
just me being picky.
Being Thursday I went to
sax lesson. Some lessons go better than others; today's was one of
the better ones. I learned exactly how to tweak my reed (oo-er!)
and Blackadder went well.
I've now got a week to
get to grips with "Moon River"...
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