I must have been tired
yesterday: I slept for over eight hours; finally being woken by the
backache I get when I've been iin my pit for far too long. I got up
to find a very rainy day outside. Over brekkie I saw on social media
that people had seen some snow earlier.
The rain must have been
bad; "Furry Face TM" knows that
when I'm not working we go for a walk immediately after brekkie. He
wasn't at all interested in going out until I got dressed.
We went for a little walk
round the park. There was a pheasant in Bowen's Field; fortunately my
dog didn't see it. As we'd left home the morning was brightening up;
as we walked the weather was going from bright sunshine to rain and
back again on a minute by minute basis. And it was *cold*;
winter has definately arrived.
Once home, being at a
loose end, my thoughts turned to matters geocachical (as they do
from time to time). I've got half a dozen caches in the Park Farm
area that have been there for three years. A couple would seem to be
in need of fixing. I thought about going out and replacing them
(again) but pretty much everyone who is going to find them has
found them by now. So rather than leaving them blocking up the area
it is time to think about making room for something else. So I
started working on a new Wherigo.
I have effectively all
but abandoned the Dungeons and Dragons one I was planning for the
Viccie Park area; it is far too complicated. People want easy. So I
started working on an easy one with a view to putting it in the Park
Farm area. It will replace one of the caches there leaving half a
dozen places for others to put things out.
After three hours I had
come up wiith about thirty seconds of game play.
We took a little time out
for a spot of shopping at the outlet centre. Mountain Warehouse were
having a "fifty per cent off" sale so we went round
to the outlet for a look-see. Mind you Mountain Warehouse's fifty
per cent off still made their prices double that of Matalan.
I really can't see the
attraction of the McArthur Glen outlet centre. People travel hundreds
of miles (literally) to go there just to pay vastly
over-inflated prices.
We contented ourselves
with a festive bevarage from the festive beverage stall (they
actually had one) and then went round to Matalan. I got a couple
of pairs of trousers for less than the price of one pair of trousers
from Mountain Warehouse; the only difference being the ones I bought
didn't have the brand name on them.
Once
home I had a bit of Lacey's birthday cake with a cuppa. I checked out
emails whilst I did so. Isn't LinkedIn a load of old rubbish? Do
people *really*
use it as a professional network? I saw I had been endorsed for my
skills in management, quality assurance, medicine and research by a
couple of people who have never even met me, and I had been asked to
give a professional opinion on a chap I've met (fleetingly)
on less than half a dozen occassions. I was also asked to add Dean
Quinn, julie Hayes and Katherine Hibberd to my list of connections.
If any of my loyal readers know who Dean Quinn, julie Hayes or
Katherine Hibberd are, perhaps they might let me know. And perhaps
they might tell julie Hayes about the concept of capitalising a
forename.
A couple more hours were
wasted making the Wherigo until "My Boy TM"
came round and eight of us went into Ashford for Lacey's birthday
meal.
The Paper Duck does an
"all you can eat" buffet. I didn't quite eat as much
as the young lady on the opposite table who really did eat until she
was sick. But there's no denying I ate far too much. Having scoffed
ourselves silly we then want back to Mark and Lisa's where we watched
Christmas songs and I tried to settle my stomach with a couple of
pints of Bishop's Finger.
It didn't really
settle...
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