I was aching when I woke
this morning. Perhaps I overdid it yesterday? Certainly "Furry
Face TM" was out for the count when I got
up.
I
put some washing in (I've
let the laundry slip recently)
and over brekkie had a look-see on line. I'd been asked to take part
in a survey about workig in the NHS. There are those who would take
this as an opportunity to stick in the knife. It's no secret that I
would be tempted to do so, but I didn't. I was honest.
Following a suggestion
from Team Buttermoon I then made plans for a walk on Sunday prior to
the planned geo-meet. If any of my loyal readers fancy coming for a
little wander on Sunday morning followed by roast dinner in the pub
and an afternoon spent talking tupperware, this weekend is your big
chance.
Hoping
for a bright day I put washing out onto the washing line and then
took a tired little dog out. After over a week
of emailing and phoning I've finally got a response from the pub
aroound which I was planning to host the New Years Day geo-event.
Mind you when I say "response",
they've actually said "Hi Dave, how can
I help?" I
had planned to go back out there today to finalise the route. I'd
rather wait until they've given me the thumbs-up before I put any
more effort into it. So instead I took my dog elsewhere.
Last week I'd had a
message that someone had been unable to find one
of my geo-puzzles. I went to have a look-see. It was where I'd
left it. But bearing in mind it's only been found once all year it
was in a sorry state so I replaced the entire lot with a new one for
now. If it doesn't start attracting more custom soon I shall replace
it with a traditional film pot under a rock.
Not a lot else really
happened on our walk other than "Furry Face TM"
getting particularly aggressive with a passing Labrador. As he gots
older he seems to get on less and less well with other dogs. Whereas
once he would play, now he just seems to ignore other dogs or to try
to fight with them.
Once home I had planned
to carry on with the washing but my plans were thwarted by the fact
I'd forgotten to tell the washing machine to tumble-dry my
undercrackers. The plan was to come home to dry undercrackers then
set about the muddy stuff. How sad to have my days plans disrupted by
laundry trivia.
as the washing machine
dried my smalls I syphoned the Christmas stout out of the bucket and
into the barrel, and then spent an age doing the ironing.
The cover on my ironing
board split during my ironing extravaganza. Obviously it can't keep
up this non-stop lifestyle.
Once "er indoors
TM" was home we popped round to see Lacey
and her associates. Little Rolo has a "bucket of shame"
because he's been licking his bits. if I could lick my bits....
After a quick chorus of
the "catch the rabbit" song we drove down to the
Admiralty where the ChromeCast game was on the blink, and I then
slept through one of the worst episodes of "Star Trek".
I suppose the only saving grace was that i didn;t have pictures of
myself fast asleep spread all over Facebook. I *hate* that!!!
We came home to find
several new geocaches had gone live. Once I would have chased out for
a First to Find. Now I don't...
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