The cries of next door's
baby woke me again this morning. I woke with a smile as I heard mum
and dad next door who didn't sound too happy. When you actually have
a crying baby it can be frustrating and can make you want to cry
yourself, but looking back it is for such a short period of time
which passes far too quickly.
I got up, and had a quick
brekkie. Yesterday I bought some raspberry jam from Morrisons for the
simple reason that I hadn't had any for ages. Over brekkie I realised
why I hadn't had any for ages; it is bloody awful stuff.
I then put the lead onto
"Furry Face TM" and we drove down
to Bethersden. As we drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing
Lord Warner. Once a Minister of State in the Department of Health
under Tony Blair he's formaally resigned from the Labour Party bcause
he maintains the Labour Party doesn't have a "hope in hell"
under the present leadership. Interestingly he too has cast doubt on
the validity of the election of Jeremy Corbyn.
I must admit that he was
elected under a rather
strange system in which anyone who wanted to have a secret vote
could buy one for just three quid. Surely it doesn't take a genius to
realise how easy it would be for opponents of the Labour Party to
secure the election of someone who would not only take the Labour
Party down the toilet but pull the flush as well.
Having parked up in
Bethersden we then walked down the middle of the road because the
pavements were full of children waiting for the school bus. I
seriously considered phoning Homewood school in Tenterden to have a
whinge, but I had to seriously question myself if I was old enough to
be quite such a misery-guts.
It was a bright morninig,
a little cold but not too bad for a walk. There had been a heavy
dew; soon I was glad of my wellies, and my little dog was soaked
(not that he seemed to mind). Regular readers of this drivel
may recall I'd hidden a series of geocaches round Bethersden a month
or so ago, and there had been a few issues with one
of them. Today's walk was to see what the problem was and to
(hopefully) sort it out.
We got to the back of
beyond and reviewed the situation. Again there was no farmer to be
seen; other people seem to have had run-ins with someone on a
quad-bike. We've never seen anyone there. Looking at exactly where
the problematical pot was, and on zooming in on "Hannah"
it is possible that I might not have been as "on the
footpath" as I thought I was. But bearing in mind that other
people seemed to have had issues with the farmer in that field I
moved the cache onto another footpath about a hundred yards away. I
*think* all is now well, but I thought that on my first recce mission
some months ago.
As we walked back to the
car I took the opportunity to re-hide the other caches in the series
that had been left out in the open, and we took a slight detour to
fail to find the elusive sandwich box by the church.
We came home; my home
brew seems to be fermenting nicely. I had a bite of lunch whilst
watching this week's "South Park" and "The
Last Man on Earth" then took myself off to bed for the
afternoon.
I'm off to the night
shift now....
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