I had a terrible night's
sleep; After a nightmare in which "er indoors TM"
was attacking me with an ironing board I woke in a sweat at 3am and
then lay awake for the rest of the night. I gave up trying to sleep
shortly after 6am and got up. "Furry Face TM"
was still snoring, and he carried on snoring whilst I did the
dishwasher's work for it; the poor thing is still on sick leave.
I had a spot of brekkie,
then saw the eleven caches I'd hiddedn for today's geo-meet had been
published. And before long I was seeing that people were successfully
solving the puzzles I'd set. Eventually "er indoors TM"
came up with the right answer, we loaded up the car and set off for
Challock.
Every month the local
hunters of tupperware meet up; today it was my turn to host the
gathering. Rather than meeting in a pub (which gets expensive if
you drink like I do!) I thought we might meet on the village
green at Challock and have a picnic. I'd got permission from the
local parish council and so I dropped "er indoors TM"
and "Furry Face TM" off with a
gaggle of hunters-of-sandwich-boxes who were going to find what I'd
hidden. Whilst they scoured the countryside I set up shelter and a
table to act as a base so people could see where to meet.
It took me ten minutes to
set up, and then I settled down for an hour's peace and quiet in the
sun. After half an hour I had a phone call; I'd stuffed up the sums
on one of my field puzzles. Despite hardly any phone signal I managed
to put things right just as people started arriving for the meet.
I can hardly be
impartial, but I thought we had a good meet. I think we had about
fifty people along in total, Rebecca made some rather good cakes,
everyone chattered with everyone else in the sunshine; two hours
passed very quickly. I
took a few photos whilst we were there; I wish I'd taken more.
After a couple of hours
people started drifting away; we packed up and came home. I struggled
a little; my tennis elbow was really playing up.
After a little scrub-up
we collected Martin and drove off to Hawkinge to visit my Ham Street
Lover. He was opening a new private cocktail bar "Stefano's".
Specialising in the more obscure drinks such as "Shrek's
J*zz" and featuring live music, I shall visit his back
garden again soon.
In a novel break with
tradition I was driving and "er indoors TM"
was pouring the drink down her neck. Not sure I'm too keen on this
way round...
I also had the
opportunity of a pool party today at the home of someone with whom I
used to work. There just wasn't time to go there.
Why do these things
always happen at once?
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