I slept like a log last
night. I woke wonderfully refreshed and raring to go... at 1.20am. I
then saw every hour of the rest of the night; finally giving up and
getting up just before 6am. I watched Ronnie Corbett in "Sorry"
over brekkie then had a look-see on line.
Over brekkie I saw some
johnny-come-lately had posted on the Geocaching in Kent group rudely
dismissing a cache walk in the Greenhill area. Apparently he felt the
roads in the area were dangerous. Having walked the route myself my
route didn't use much road at all; and I though the *footpaths*
that the route followed were quite scenic.
The trouble with hunting
Tupperware as a hobby is that (if done properly) it does
pre-suppose a little knowledge with map and compass and of the Great
Outdoors. A surprising number of people have never heard of
footpaths, and it is amazing how many people buy a GPS unit from eBay
and then follow it in a straight line regardless of what is in their
way when walking that straight line.
I made a gentle comment
that I'd had no problem with the route in question and thought no
more about it....
"Furry Face TM"
scrounged some toast whilst I gave him a good brushing. He likes
that. He came upstairs with me when I went to get dressed; I noticed
that he hesitated before running up the stairs. Is his back still
hurting him?
I had a little scraping
of ice to do on my car this morning. As I drove I seemed to (as
usual) be in the minority. Today the minority was in ice
scraping. I'd shifted the ice from all the windows of my car so I
could see all round. Most other people had merely cleared part of the
drivers side of the windscreen so they could see directly in front of
them.
As I drove the pundits
were discussing something
I mentioned last week. Last year the pollsters had predicted the
election results wrongly. Today they explained the reason for their
failings; they hadn't asked the right cross section of the electorate
and had polled too many people who claimed they were going to vote
Labour (!) Dur !!
Bearing in mind I can use
the works wi-fi I had a look-see on Facebook at tea time. The
know-it-all who had been so rude on the geocaching site earlier had
replied to my comment saying that I was wrong and he was right. I've
had dealings with this fellow before; I thought of replying to him,
but decided against it. It is generally not good form to be voted
"Geocacher of the Year" and then start publically
calling people rude names. Even when they've done their best to remove all
possible doubt on the matter.
Mind you as the day wore
on I had a few private messages thanking me for standing up in
defence of the Grenhill loop. I got the distinct impression that
several other people have had run-ins with this newbie before.
With work done I came
home and walked the dogs round the roads. It was a cold evening but
"Furry Face TM" was keen. Sid
wasn't quite as up for it. And with dogs walked and tea scoffed we
set off to Folkestone for the Tuesday gathering. new front door,
sweeties to scoff, Star Trek on the telly... it was a shame to come
home to find turds on the carpet.
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