My piss boiled (just a
little) as I read social media this morning. One of the signs of
getting old is exasperation with the younger generation. This is
human nature; Pliny
the Younger commented on it two thousand years ago so I am in
good company. I get very wound up when.... well, I won't say who but
I'm sure there are those of my loyal readers who know a certain
someone in his early twenties who spends his every waking hour
pontificating bollox on Facebook whilst spaced out of his skull on
funny fags having deliberately made himself unemployable by dresssing
as Coco the Clown.
I agree with him that in
a perfect world people wouldn't judge others by their initial
appearance. But this isn't a perfect world. If it was, young lads
wouldn't lay around all day spaced out of their skulls on funny fags
having deliberately made themselves unemployable by dresssing as Coco
the Clown.
I took my dog for a walk.
I was gripped by uncertainty as to where we might walk. In the end I
decided to track down a geocache in the Shadoxhurst area. I’d seen
this one go live a few months ago. Having had plans to put out a
geo-series first in Chilham then in Bethersden, Kingsnorth and
Aldington only to be scuppered by other geocachers, I hadn’t been
best pleased to see this one go live right in the middle of where I
was about to put out a series.
I *could* have put
caches out around any of these locations. But when I put out a series
I don’t want other cacher’s efforts around what I am doing. If
their efforts are crap I get tarred with the same brush in everyone’s
minds.
We parked up not a
million miles away from where I used to go fishing, and walked along
a bridleway for about three quarters of a mile. It was a rather wet
and muddy bridleway, and there were a few too many pheasants for my
liking (and my dog’s nerves).
We eventually got to
where the cache allegedly was; near a memorial to a crashed plane. It
was a rather beautiful site to visit. It was a shame that a thirty
minute search turned up no hidden sandwich boxes.
We gave up, and took a
slightly different walk back to the car. In all we walked about three
miles. There could easily be a series of fifteen to twenty caches
along that route. Part of me wants to put one out; part of me still
feels the area has been taken.
We came home via the tip;
on Monday I’d loaded up the car with a consignment of rubbish from
"Daddies Little Angel TM"; I got
rid of it today. And with the car unloaded we went home where Furry
Face TM" had a bath and I hung his lead
out to dry.
Seeing today was a day’s
holiday (work operates a “use it or lose it” policy) I
treated myself to a KFC lunch which I devoured whilst watching the
third episode of “You, Me and the Apocalypse”.
I then spent the
afternoon playing on the computer. I put up a small
album of photos I took this morning whilst we were out then
messed about with my latest project “mankybadger.co.uk”. I
*think* I’ve stuffed up the web forwarding. Unfortunately it
can take up to a day for the changes to take effect. I shall have to
stage the grand opening some other time. In the meantime I've emailed
the nice people at 123.reg to tell them exactly what I think I've
done wrong and to ask for their input.
Rather than carrying on
stressing I carried some of "Daddies Little Angel TM"
paraphenalia out of tthe livinng room up to the loft into storage. I
managed four up-and-downs before a combination of heavy lifting and
dog pulling after pheasant made my elbow too painful to continue, so
I settled down in front of the telly and alternaately solved
geo-puzzles and dozed until "er indoors TM"
finally came home.
I might have a bottle of
beer with dinner if only to try out my untappd app...
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