Maybe it was the
excitement of my stories having been published. Maybe it wasn't. But
I was wide awake at 4am. I gave up trying to sleep and got up. Over a
spot of brekkie I watched this week's "Raised by Wolves"
in which Aretha was given a present from her Grandfather - a coat
he'd found under a hedge. It smelt of fox pee, but Granddad said it
would do and she wasn't to expect a Christmas present for the next
two years.
This is fast becoming my
favourite TV show.
I set off from home just
as dawn was breaking. Today was a geo-calendar day and I had a plan.
On Monday a new Wherigo had gone live not *that* far from
home. It was still unfound this morning so I thought I might get a
calendar filler and my first wherei-FTF too.
I spent a few minutes
fiddling about trying to find somewhere to park in Teynham, and then
had a rather pleasant early morning stroll over the fields. The
Wherigo I was hunting was billed as being one which would take ten
minutes to complete; I think I took fifteen minutes between parking
my car and signing the log. But it was a clean unsullied log. First
to Find. Happy dance.
I then drove into
Canterbury. As I drove the radio was featuring various so-called
experts who were giving their sage views on the implications for
national security should we decide to leave the European Union. And
again there were many wise and reasonable reasons given for staying
in the EU. And again all the reasons given for leaving the EU boiled
down to the fact that those opposed to EU membership didn't seem to
like foreigners very much.
Once in Canterbury I got
petrol, and seeing how I still had an hour and a half before work I
thought I'd have a celebratory fry-up; I felt that a Wheri-FTF on top
of being a published author was cause to celebrate.
I went to Café Solo;
I've driven past there many times. I shall drive past in the future.
The brekkie wasn't bad; the place was clean. But it was a con. A
three-piece brekkie was advertised in the menu at £1.99 with extras
(sausage, beans, etc) costing about seventy pence. I had three
extras (about £2.10) with my £1.99 brekkie.
Expecting to pay about
four quid they billed me for seven quid. Did they charge three quid
for the cup of coffee?
I got to work a little
earlier than I needed to. As I was reading my Kindle app my phone
beeped. A message. "er indoors TM"
wasn't happy.
Last night I'd found half
of a Belgian bun in the kitchen. It was rather stale, so I scoffed it
with a cuppa. It turns out that "er indoors TM"
had her beady eye on that bun for her brekkie. Woops.
I did my bit, and came
home. Heavy rain was forecast for the drive home; it drizzled a bit.
I walked round the roads and we got rather wet. Just as the rain had
seeped through to my pants the phone rang. It was "er indoors
TM"; had I got the message. (What
message?)
Apparently the car seat
was needed to transport "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" to Sainsbury's. The
car seat was in my car. I was soaked. "Stormageddon - Bringer
of Destruction TM" could stay at
home with his dad.
I got home, towelled off
a wet dog and had a shower. I filled the washing machine with seven
shirts and then found a hot cross bun in the kitchen. Bearing in mind
I was due an arse-kicking for the Belgian bun I thought I might as
well be hung for a sheep as a lamb so I scoffed it whilst correcting
geo-puzzle co-ordinates. I;ve now got sixty done. I have another
three hundred to go.
"er indoors TM"
came home and over some fish and chips we watched the latest James
Bond film "Spectre". It was rather crap; I turned it
off half way through...
And I've rather stuffed
up.... This is my three thousand five hundredth blog entry. Perhaps I
should have made the announcement about my
stories having been published today rather than yesterday.
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