I spent half an hour last
night laying in bed silently cursing whosever it was that was noisily
running their car engine outside my bedroom window at 3am. Eventually
I got up to tell them to be quiet only to find the noise was coming
from the fan I'd set running earler. Woops!
The heat of the night
stopped me getting properly back to sleep. I got up shortly before
7am and spent a little while programming "Hannah"
for the day's geo-mission whilst watching Patrick Troughton's Doctor
Who rummaging about in the tombs of the cybermen.
We set off for the
traditional Sunday walk despite the rain. Part of me wanted to cancel
today's walk, but so often early rain doesn't continue. Four of us
and two small dogs met up at Ridley in North Kent. We togged up in
our waterproofs and marched off in search of tupperware in the wet.
We had a good walk. Some
easy finds; some tricky ones. A rather serious tree climb too. It was
a rather good walk and after an hour or so the rain stopped. It
actually became rather warm. So much so that I was wishing I'd
brought my back-pack along so I could stick my coat into it.
We'd thought the walk
would take about three hours; it actually took a little longer. We
said goodbye to Aleta and after lunch we drove on to Maidstone where
the sat-nav utterly failed us. There was a geo-meet planned for the
afternoon in Mote Park. I set the sat-nav to the published parking
area and (for no apparent reason) the sat nav tried to
navigate us along the paths that cross Mote Park. We eventually found
a car park more through luck than judgement (even though it was
half a mile from where we were supposed to be) and walked. We
were only an hour late, but we finally found where we were supposed
to be.
Today's geo-meet was
unlike any other I've been to. It was a joint meet with the Munzee
community. For those of my loyal readers who've never encountered
them before Munzees are two-dimensional bar codes for which you go
hunting. To the uninitiated there doesn't seen to be a lot of
difference between hunting out a sandwich box or a bar code. butt
having hunted both I can confidently say that hunting Munzees is on
the dull side.
But the sun had come out;
it was a glorious afternoon. And fortunately we met up with fellow
hunters of tupperware and had a little geo-mission round Mote Park
until it was time to make our way home; "er indoors TM"
had to get back for bowling.
Being left "home
alone" I devoured my sausage and chips and had an evening of
domestic trivia. Washing up, sorting underwear, washing and drying
wet muddy coats and trousers from today's walk.
As I domestically
trivialled I had the telly on. I started off watching something I'd
recorded onto the SkyPlus box. Desppite an all-star cast "The
Importance of Being Ernest" was rubbish. I turned it off
after only half an hour. "The History of Mr Polly"
was better; however it was marred by my prejudice against the star
Lee Evans.
"Sense and
Sensibility" is on in a bit. Let's hope that's better...
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