The plan was to have an
early night last night. I was just about to go to bed shortly after
10pm when chaos erupted. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
arrived not only with "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction
TM" but also with Brian and Rachel
in tow. Things could have been messier; but it was good to see
everyone.
Mind you I slept well
after that. So did "Furry Face TM"
who spent the entire night on the sofa.
I got up and had a spot
of brekkie. As I scoffed I had a look-see on-line. Apparently there
was a geo-meet last night in Folkestone. No one told me. It's amazing
what you miss when you aren't paying attention. I wish someone
(anyone) had mentioned it.
I also had an email from
LinkedIn. In an attempt to widen my professional circles they asked
if I know Mike, Richard or Vicki? One of them is a Capacity Analyst
(what's that ?), one takes photographs for corporate I.D.
badges (don't machines at the train station do that?) and one
is a dinner lady. Mind you it did suggest I cyber-befriend Steve from
the astro club. I might just do that. Then he could recommend me for
my skills in things about which (with no disrespect to Steve)
he has no experience whatsoever. Just like all my other contacts on
LinkedIn have done.
I'm glad I don't pay
anything for this LinkedIn thing. I'd be asking for my money back.
"Furry Face TM"
got rather excited as I popped his lead on. We drove up to Underriver
where we met Gordon and Aleta. Just as we were solving a puzzle in a
churchyard someone came up to us. It was the chap who'd set the
geocaches we were off to find. He felt he should be sure that we were
aware just how muddy it was going to be. We exchanged pleasentries
and thought how nice he'd been... fifteen minutes later we found he
wasn't just being polite. There was some *serious* mud. Fudge
was almmost swimming in it.
But the mud was only for
the first mile or so; it soon abated. We had a really good walk in
some rather beautiful scenery. I
took a few photos as we walked.
I can thoroughly
recommend the geo-stroll around Underhill (near Sevenoaks). We
did pick up one or two extra geo-targets on our walk, but seventeen
geocaches in an hour and a half over three miles made for a rather
good way to spend the morning.
We said our goodbyes and
came home. I treated myself to KFC and scoffed it whilst watching a
documentary about girl
recruits in the Army. It was quite good.
I then spent a little
while fiddling about with the astro club's accounts. I shall be
handing over the club's accounts to the new treasurer at the end of
the month; it would be as well to have them in order.
And with only twelve quid
for which I couldn't account I then looked at a potential geo-mission
for nxt week. If any of my loyal readers would like to mess about in
a river next week drop me a line.
"er indoors TM"
came home with fish and chips, and with that scoffed I examined my
dog's willie... I'm no expert but it doesn't look quite right...
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