After four terrible
nights sleep during none of which (despite a serious drinking
session before each) I managed more than four hours, I slept for
nearly nine hours last night. The wonders of a CPAP machine.
Realistically I need a battery pack for that device, or I can only
camp where there is electrical hook-ups in future.
Despite a rather damp
start to the day I took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk; he tends to get rather fractious if we don't go first
thing in the morning. Today we went on a rather longer walk than
usual (and we are used to long walks). We went down to Coleman
Kitchen Wood. There is a geocache up a tree in that wood that I can't
reach. I can get to within four feet of the thing, but no closer.
I'd heard tell that it
had blown down in the recent storms. Taking the line that if it's not
been officially disabled it remains fair game we set off and claimed
our find.
We came home via
Singleton Envirnment Centre where we had the place to ourselves. I
liked that. We continued past Singleton Lake where my canine
associate got overly familiar with a terrified labrador, and came
home via Viccie Park where we met a mad woman picking stinging
nettles. She asked me if I wanted any; apparently there was plenty
for everyone. She'd heard on the radio that you can make very good
compost from stinging nettles. I asked her from which radio station
she had gleaned this pearl of wisdom. I suppose it would come as no
surprise to any of my loyal readers that she picked this up from
Radio Four.
I did mention that she
shouldn't beleive all that she hears on there, but she was sold on
the idea of stinging compost. She had some wierd notion it would keep
the cats away.
Before we'd gone out I'd
fed some laundry to the washing machine. I hung it on the line in the
garden and realised the grass was about a foot high. I spent an hour
attacking the lawn; and eventually gave up when three quarters of the
way through. My back was hurting too much. I had a plan to go back
later but never did. Instead I put more washing on the line, put more
washing into the washing machine and had lunch. I grated the
left-over stilton from camp over some left over nachos that I found
in the cupboard. The packet said they were best before last January,
but what does the packet know? Over lunch I watched last night's
"Game of Thrones" in which Nudey Dragon-Girl
remained obstinately clothed.
I then washed out the
barrel in which we took beer to camp, and set about the household
accounts. For some obscure reason I've not been billed for the last
two months insurance on the "er indoors TM"-mobile.
That's a nice little result.
In between times I also
washed out water containers that we never used, and then looked at
the remaining uncut quarter of the lawn. As I looked at it so my back
twinged a little. It will still be uncut in a few days time.
Having Wherigo-ed over
the long weekend I found myself again Wheri-enthused and activated
the software. There was an embarrasing few minutes in which the
anti-virus kit identified the Wherigo-writing software as malware,
but I think I've got it all going again. I'm working on a virtual
game of noughts and crosses; but after a while I hit a rather serious
stumbling block.I sat and started at it for a few minutes, and
decided to come back to this idea later.
The Rear Admiral visted
to collect his tent, and we sat and gossiped for a few minutes over a
cuppa. "er indoors TM" came home
and helped me with getting the top-box off of my car. She then
"politely enquired" about the state of the lawn. I
suppose I'd better finish it off or she'll be on my case.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered in Willesborough. We put the world to rights, speculaated on
immoral buses, and then slept through "The Flash".
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