My piss boiled over
brekkie over some sexist cleptrap I read on social media. There was a
load of rubbish about how a man's day off is his day off whereas a
woman's day off is always spent doing housework.
What a load of crap.
If anyone of any gender
wants to spend a day doing housework that is entirely their choice.
When someone dies with an immaculate house are they going to be
remembered for having an immaculate house? No they are not. They will
not be remembered at all. No one will even know they existed because
alll they ever did was housework. I am reminded of my Aunt Gwen who
(following her husband's death) lived alone for thirty years.
She got up every morning and hoovered, went to work, and then
hoovered again every evening. She did nothing all her life but work
and housework. She could have done so much more.
I don't mess about with
housework. Anyone who's been to my house can see that. Life really is
too short.
When my heartbeat and
blood pressure returned to some sembalnce of normality I put the lead
onto "Furry Face TM" and we walked
up to the train station. On arrival we turned round and came home
because I'd forgotten my wallet. We then went back and met up with
baby Jake who was ably assisted by Sid and "Daddies Little
Angel TM". We have been missing our walks;
we used to walk a lot in days gone by, so today we had a little walk
round Newtown and back via Asda where we scared the dogs of the
normal people.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" had various missions for the
day, and so we walked round to where I'd left the car, and they went
their way and me and "Furry Face TM"
went ours. We went via one of the most difficult geocaches there is;
a 5/5 for which I realised I
qualified. We then went on to Beacon Wood. There is a series of
geo-puzzles there; each puzzle being dependent on the solution of the
preceding one. All of them being ultimately determined from a phone
number. I'd spent a little while struggling with Google Street View
but had been unable to make out the number. So I drove past and took
a photo.
I then drove on to
Tonbridge. there was a formal geo-meet planned for later, but I
fancied a little walk before it took place. I'd arranged to meet
Aleta at 2.30pm; I was there at 1.30pm. So rather than messing about
I wandered about and got some clues for a geo-puzzle and whilst I
waited for her to arrive I had a go at solving that puzzle.
Aleta soon arrived and
seeing that the geo-puzzle wasn't close we thought we'd do that
later. We set off and had quite a good walk. We were shouted at by
drunk tramps, we got a little muddier than planned, we had serious
problems crossing rivers and railway lines, but that was all part of
the fun of the afternoon. We'd set out with about seventeen
geo-targets and the only ones we didn't find were the ones with a
river in the way.
We could have gone to and
fro once we found a bridge, but time was pressing so we made our way
the the meet-up. After all we had covered about seven miles.
The meet-up was very
good. Talking tupperware is never dull; there were about a dozen of
us. I did smile when one car pulled up and a young mother and child
got out. Mum looked rather dubious, the little boy announced "Look
Mum - its Fudge" and he immediately started trying to teach
Fudge to sit.
The plan was that after
the meet we'd go off and find that cache the puzzle for which I'd
solved earlier. This plan came up in conversation with the chap who'd
hidden it. It turned out that despite the fact that I am a genius
(something I try hard to hide) I'd completely stuffed up the
solving of the puzzle. I was told of a better place to go looking,
and soon we had that last cache in hand.
We said our goodbyes, and
soon we were home. "er indoors TM"
had left instructions about boiling up some scran from the freezer. I
pretended not to have seen those instructions and went up the KFC.
I then spent the rest of
the evening plugging phone numbers from Beacon Wood into puzzle
solutions and not getting exactly that for which I had been hoping.
As I did this my dog was curled up next to me snoring loudly and
twitching in his sleep. He was obviously dreaming about all those
pheasants and squirrels he'd been trying to catch earlier.
"Gordon Tracy"
has just messaged me. Could I solve a geo-puzzle for him. This one
seems to be in Cornwall. Are we going on holiday?
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