Over brekkie I watched
the second episode of "You,
Me and the Apolcalypse". I'm not sure where the show is
going to go, and I'd be intrigued to see what happens if it gets a
second series.
I then checked some
emails and my piss boiled. Regular readers of this drivel may recall
that over the last few months (using geocaches) I organised a
guided walk around the Bethersden area. It seems there is a perceived
problem on part of that walk.
There is actually two
problems, each compounding the other. The first is that the route
goes along official footpaths, but one of the farmers doesn't like
people using footpaths on his land.
The second is that many
people who go out hunting tupperware have taken up this hobby with
absolutely no experience of walking in the countryside and do not
understand the concept of "official footpath".
One such geocacher has
encountered one such farmer this week and apologised humbly to him
and has suggested that I've made a mistake in route-planning. Let's
be clear about this. Farmers don't like people using official
footpaths in the same way that (hypothetically) I don't like
people walking down the street in which I live. When a farmer says to
someone that he doesn't want people using a given official footpath,
if polite platitudes don't placate him, the correct response is "if
you don't like it, you can kiss my arse, dogbreath!" People
have every right to use official footpaths.
Rant over... I expect I
shall have to go out and sort it all out in the next few days....
As I drove to work I
found myself behind an MW
Sweepers roadsweeper van. This vehicle was proudly bearing signs
saying that the general public might follow MW Sweepers on Facebook
and Twitter. Why on Earth would anyone wish to follow the exploits af
a roadsweeping firm?
I've started following
them just to find out what I might be missing.
I got to work, and as a
special treat I got myself a lump of flapjack from the League of
Fiends (sic) shop. Much as I liked it, it gave me guts ache.
And I have a lot of guts to ache...
I then spent most of the
rest of the day whinging (to anyone who would listen) about my
guts ache.
I also felt rather worn
out today. What wit the vagaries of night work and having taken
holiday, this is the first time for some months that I have worked
five days continuously. I don't like it very much.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. As we walked there
was one horrible child in the park who was menacing and bullying some
smaller children. My dog ran up to this bully and barked at him. He
started crying, and his victims then laughed.
Good boy Fudge....
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