I
woke at 4am, but after a swift nocturnal tiddle went back to bed and
actually stayed there until 7am. That is rather unheard of. I sparked
up my laptop as I sat down to brekkie and it started installing
updates.Does it *really* need to render itself useless for
half an hour twice a week to install these updates which seem to make
no difference whatsoever to how it actually works?
I
finally got my laptop up and working and (as I do) spent a few
minutes looking to see whaat had happene on social media overnight.
I'd not missed a lot.
So
I popped the lead onto "Furry Face TM"
and we drove out to Great Chart. My little dog needed a walk and I
had a list of problems with my geo-series which is in the area.
Admittedly the last cache of the series was broken and needed
replacing, but other than that the series seemed to be in reasonable
order compared with many. After all if you leave a tupperware box out
in the elements for six months a certain degree of weathering is
inevitable. But I'm not complaining. My Great Chart geo-series was
put out with the intention that any maintenance runs that were needed
would double up as a walk for Fudge, and he got a good hour and a
half in the countryside this morning.
As
we walked my little dog was sniffing and tracking all the way; his
head was down as he intently tried to sniff out all manner of prey.
It was a shame that he was so intent on sniffing that he never saw
the rabbit, squirrel and pheasant that (at various times) came
within four feet of him.
We
got home just as "er indoors TM"
was going out. Today was one of those days when everything was
happening. Originally we had planed to go to France today, but for
various reasons that fell through. Today was also the county
geo-meet. I'd have liked to have gone there. "er indoors TM"
was off canoe-ing. I wouldn't have minded a day on the river.
But
today was the stag do of my Ham Street Lover. I've not seen much of
him lately. Today was to be a day on the lash with old friends.
Meeting
Steve at the railway station we made our way to Folkestone. It wasn't
long before we met up with everyone at the Firkin. A swift pint, and
then we followed a rather foxy pair of skimpy white shorts down to
Kipps for a pint of stout. Suitably refreshed it was only a stagger
of a few yards to the Big Boy Burger Bar where the stag failed to eat
his body weight in burgers.
We
then waddled down the old High Street to the harbour where we played
tourist (and had a pint of Gadds No 5).
There
is no denying that things were rather vague by the time I had a
pornstar martini, and having started on the cocktails was a sure sign
that it was time to go home
A
cup of coffee went down well,and soon I was on the 18:00 to Ashford.
I staggered home; maybe I should have had something for tea, but I
wasn't really hungry.
Star
Trek is on telly now...
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