On one
of the rare occasions that I managed more than a couple of hours sleep I was
rudely woken far too early by a wet nose nuzzling into my left arm pit. Did I
ever mention I never wanted a dog?
Over
brekkie I watched an episode of “Dad’s
Army”. The BBC broadcast an episode every Saturday evening; I had no idea
there were so many episodes. They are all rather formulaic but they pass the
time whilst I devour toast.
And then
I had a look-see on-line and my piss boiled. There is a meme going about on social
media in which people boast about how they have never used algebra since they
have left school. What utter bollocks this is. There are only two reasons why
this might be true. Either people are so thick that they cannot count, or they
do not know what “algebra” is. If you
go into a shop with a fiver and see the price of any object do you know whether
you have enough money to buy it or not? If yes, then that is algebra in action.
I popped
the lead onto my dog and we drove up to Crockenhill. Earlier in the week I’d
had an invitation to go for a walk. Four of us (and "Furry Face TM")
had a rather good walk The parakeets were rather noisy, and for some odd reason
hundreds (if not thousands) of
turnips had been dug up and just left laying on the fields.
As we so
often do on these walks we hunted for errant Tupperware and escaped film pots
as we went. Most of our quarry was easily tracked down but there was one particular geocache which proved troublesome. Having done a
little puzzle to work out where to go we found ourselves looking at a thicket
of brambles and stinging nettles. I ploughed in and after a few minutes
discovered something large in the bush. I rummaged for a little longer before
giving up. As Susan rummaged in my place I rechecked my sums. We were in the
right place… or were we. I had a feeling we should be on the other side of the
hedge. Not seeing any way to get to the other side I just pushed my way
through. It took some pushing, and once there I decided I’d been on the right
side after all. So I pushed my way back through the hedge ten yards further
down the hedgerow (thinking what a good
idea it had been to leave my dog on the right side of the hedge). As I
stampeded through the undergrowth I discovered a second object buried under the
brambles. Having narrowly avoided falling head-first through the thing I then
discovered a concealed film pot lurking nearby. Result!!
I took a few photos as we walked. Once
home I popped them on-line, then had a look at the settings of the astro club’s
Facebook page. We’d had a whinge that it was felt insulting that someone should
have to have their postings approved before their postings went live.
Personally I’ve always felt that this is a good way to keep the unwanted
spamming advert off of the page, but in order to keep the peace I’ve turned off
the need for approval. I hope this is appreciated; I doubt I’ll find out
directly as the complainant isn’t one who generally acknowledges my existence.
After a rather good bit of scoff "er
indoors TM" set off to flog candles to the masses. I did
have a vague idea to have an evening on the beer, but instead I sat in front of
the telly and watched episodes of “Game
of Thrones” – I’ve only just realised that one half of Robson and Jerome is
in that show. It’s amazing what you miss when you are not paying attention…
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