The last thing I did last
night was to tighten up the straps on my CPAP machine; it's been a
bit loose lately. With it fitting more snugly I slept like a log.
Mind you I was *seriously* aching when I woke; I must have
overdone the fetching and carrying at the weekend.
Over a spot of brekkie I
watched last night's episode of "The Last Man on Earth";
the show started very well, but it seems to have rather lost its way
at the moment. I then got a text from "My Boy TM"
- he's on a little fishing holiday and he's caught a rather
substantial haddock (as one does).
I also checked out my
emails. Yesterday evening on our dog walk I put out the cache for my
latest wheri-project (A
Knight's Quest) and sent it in to the geo-feds for approval.
The thing went live later yesterday evening and the local FTF-hunter
ran straight for it out and was battling virtual trolls and rescuing
virtual princesses in the park. He finally found the fiinal part
shortly after midnight. If nothing else it has proved the thing
works.
I've now not got any
wherigos in progress. I have an idea for one based on the game of
"Battleships" but can I be bothered making any more?
Much as I enjoy designing
the things they are a *lot* of effort which is reallised by a
very small number of people. Take my James
bond themed one for example. It's been live for eight months and
only four of the Kent-based cachers have found it. Or my Batman
based one; I am very flattered that some people really have
travelled hundreds of miles to do it; however the locals find it at
the rate of one find per month.
I asked this very
question on one of the geocaching groups several months ago. many
people were very encouraging, but those locals who were the most
vocal in telling me to continue haven't actually gone out and found
any of the things in the meantime.
I left for work half an
hour later than I did yesterday. The roads were so much busier. What
a difference half an hour makes.
There was a surprise
revelation on the radio that our old friend science had discovered
that the asteroid that hit the Yucatan peninsula sixty five million
years ago probably didn't do for the dinosaurs quite as
comprehensively as we once thought it did. Science has supposedly
recently discovered that dinosaurs were on the way out long before
that. Or so the pundits
on the radio claimed.
What winds me up is that
this isn't news. I've known this for years.
Why does the radio
presenters persist in touting established facts as news?
I got to work and spent a
little while being preached at by the resident Christian. Why do
these religious types always try to claim the moral high ground? Why
does having an invisible friend make you a better person?
After a surprisingly busy
day I made my way home and took my dog for a walk round the park. It
was a lovely evening; the joggers were out in force. We met a few
dogs as we walked but had no inciddents whatsoever. In fact the only
fly in tonight's ointment was a tramp who seemed to be rather scared
of "Furry Face TM".
Being Tuesday the clans
actually did gather despite Matt's cough. We scoffed far too many
sweeties, and bearring in mind Gareth
Thomas had recently died we watched the first episode of Blake's
Seven. Regular readers of thiss drivel may remember I've got that
series on DVD and have watched it a few times.
It's a classic...
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