I was sleeping like a log
when a certain dog declared "Red Alert". I wish I
knew what it was that possesses him to have woofing fits in the
middle of the night. I didn't really get back to sleep after that. I
finally got up shortly before 7.30am feeling as though I hadn't slept
at all.
Over brekkie I checked
out the Internet (once I'd got the thing working). Little had
changed in social media overnight which was for the best. I did see
that plans were afoot for the May county geo-meet. A series of
geocaches was being planned for that meet. It's a trivial little
point but one that winds me up. The rules say that I can't put out
new geocaches for a geo-meet that I am running. I've been told that
by those who enforce the rules. The same enforcers don't seem to have
any problems with anyone else putting out new caches for their
geo-meets. It's only me that's not allowed.
I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park for his morning
walk. As we walked he got told off by a poodle. That seems to be
happening more and more these days.
I tried to post a photo
as we went but to no avail. The mobile broadband service I get isn't
reliable. Neither is the home broadband. Both work or don't work
seemingly at random. I phoned to complain and got fobbed off, so I
told them that I was giving them formal notice that they were in
breach of contract by not providing the service I'm paying for and
consequently I can leave them at any time I choose.
They didn't care.
I came home and decided
that I'd done enough sulking for the day; it was only 9.30am and I'd
done nothing but whinge over trivia all morning. So having forced an
idiot grin onto my chops I set the washing machine loose on my smalls
and set off to work. Before I left I checked the BBC's travel news.
There was no mention of the road works which delayed me yesterday. I
had been considering a ten mile detour to avoid road works on one of
the county's busiest roads but I trusted the BBC.
I spent a couple of
minutes re-loading the dustbin bags as I left the house. The local
cats do love to rip them open. I have no qualms about my dog woofing
in the night when the local cats are so feral.
I took the newly-filled
bags off with me and got to the car to find even more seagull crap
encrusting the thing. So I went off to the Polish car wash. It was
just the teensiest bit misleading to see a sign up advertising "Car
Wash £6" and then to be asked for ten quid, but I wasn't
going to argue with a gaggle of muscle-bound young lads. And they did
make a good job of my car. It is clean for once.
Then it was on to the tip
to get rid of bags of rubbish (rather than letting the cats have
another go at them). What could have been a thirty second job
took far longer because of the rather self-centred parking of my
fellow unloaders of rubbish. But such is life. I didn't have to wait
too long I suppose; I just wanted to get in and out quicker than
everyone else, and was just jealous that everyone else had the same
idea and had beaten me to it.
As I drove to work I
found that the road works that had held me up yesterday were still
there despite what the BBC's travel news said. And there was another
set of the things as well just down the road from the first lot.
Neither had been listed on the BBC's travel news alerts.
I was rather disappointed
to have been let down by the BBC; it's rarely failed me before.
Once at work I did my
bit. I was still feeling a little under the weather. This cold has
really dragged on. I wonder if it's actually a mild form of 'flu, or
whether I'm just getting old. And talking of the weather, the weather
was rather good at lunchtime; ideal for blowing a saxophone in a car
park. Being on the late shift I was having my lunch hour at about the
time when a lot of the part time people were going home. It never
fails to amaze me how many people parked within ten yards of the car
park exit feel the need to make a several hundred yard circuit of the
car park just to have a nosey at the saxophonist in the far corner.
And in closing my geo-app
map circuit has died. I'm hoping not permanently. If it has then
that's it for geocaching for me. OS stands for "Ordnance
Survey"; not "Old Shit".
Mind you it's filled
three years. Time for a new hobby with which to waste my time
perhaps?
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