I
slept well, but woke with a nagging sense of being rather pissed off
for absolutely no reason that I could determine. Perhaps jam on toast
was something of an anticlimax after a really good (and busy)
day yesterday. Or perhaps I was sulking that I might just have wanted
to be going to Brighton Kite Festival. Mind you that would have been
problematical; last night I was asked to spread the word that anyone
intending to be camping at the festival shouldn't arrive before mid
day. The reason was that this would give the police time to remove
the gypsies and other travellers from the site.
I've
been criticised in the past for being less than respectful to
travelling folk; all I can say is that every year they have to be
evicted from the site of Brigton Kite Festival. They always seem to
arrive a few days early and use the shower blocks as stables for
their horses. Pressure-washing away a week's worth of horse crap
takes some doing (to say nothing of the rest of the mayhem they
cause). Perhaps there are good decent travellers out there; all I
can say on the matter is that the ones who descend on Stanmer Park
every July aren't.
I
scoffed some toast whilst checking out the world via Google News. Ex
Prime Minister Tony Blair looks to be in
for a hard time following the publication of the Chilcot
report. Did he really take the the UK into an illegal war ten
years ago? In retrospect it seems he did, but did he know so at the
time? It is easy to look back and realise mistakes with hindsight. He
was interviewed on the radio yesterday and, as he said, at the time
he was faced with a maniac apparently brandishing nuclear weapons and
anthrax. If I'd been in his position I might just have done what he
did. And had he not done what he did, might we now have a middle east
which was an anthrax-riddled nuclear wasteland?
I
don't know how things might have turned out, and realistically
neither does anyone else (with any certainty).
I
popped the lead onto "Furry Face
TM"
and we met up with "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
. We went for a short walk round the park. OrangeHead was spotted in
the distance; we kept her there. After a short game with some
staffies we came home through the wetlands park where "Daddies
Little Angel TM" was harangued by
Jehovah's Witnesses. She graciously offered to read their literature.
That was good of her.
With walk done I popped
washing into the machine then voomed round the house with the
hoover. There was a dodgy five minutes when "er indoors TM"
crochet voomed up the hoover (she's recently taken up crochet).
There was a strangled squawking sound and a burning smell as the
crochet wrapped itself around the works of the hoover. I got a pair
of scissors and after a few minutes I managed to rescue the hoover.
However "er indoors TM"'s crochet
didn't surrvive the ordeal. Oh well, crochet is more easily replaced
than a hoover. Or that is the line I shall take.
I
then went down the road to the dentist - I had an appointment with
the hygenist. I was only fifteen minutes late getting in, but it
seemed like an eternity. The nice lady rummaged about inside my gob
for half an hour.
I'm
sure she meant well but I could taste blood for some time afterwards.
I
then collected "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
and we went for McLunch. "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" got a small toy cat
with his happy meal and had a whale of a time throwing the thing
about. We didn't disturb everyone else *that* much...
We
then drove down to Bilsington for geo-reasons - there is an
earthcache at the monument. I first saw Bilsington Monument during
the late 1970s when camping with the Boys Brigade at Ruckinge. And
it was a regular feature of the landscape when I was running cub
camps just up the hill for thirteen years from 1997 to 2009. I
particularly remember the summer of 1999 when volunteers were
repairing the monument. They started working at dawn, and the noise
of their hammering woke me most mornings.
It
seemed a rather appropriate way to end filling my geo-calendar and a
good cache to have for my seven thousandth find.
We
then drove on to Ham Street garden centre for a mooch. "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" spoke
with the flowers, then we went for coffee and cake. They served very
good coffee and cake at that garrden centre; it was only a shame that
my grandson insisted on continually shouting "cock!"
as we had coffee. He probably had a good reason for dong so. In years
to come I shall ask him.
It
was a shame that the Ham Street garden centre didn't have all the
stuff I needeed, and that which they did have was more expensive than
the same stuff in Bybrook Barn. So we went to Bybrook Barn where we
bought (hopefully) all of the stuff we'll need for Monday's
planned day of gardening. Mind you it came to over a hundred quid.
Let's hope it was all worth it.
"er
indoors TM" came home and we drove round
to see Heather and Andy. A birthday barbecue filled the evening very
well; especially with the non-EU chipolatas. Parents of the
youngsters seemed concerned that the littluns were over-excited. Me
I loved it. Must do it again!
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