I slept well last night – yesterday was
a good day but had been rather tiring. Over brekkie I finished off this week’s
work on my dog psychology course and did the end of week quiz. I got full
marks. On hundred per cent. I was pleased about that.
So, flushed with success at my score and
also still on a buzz over yesterday’s day out I had a look at the geo-map. The
chap who’s set the geo-walk we did yesterday (and the rainbow series we did earlier in the year) had also set a
walk round London based on Sherlock Holmes. Whilst the puzzles involved are
supposed to be solved as you walk around, it is much easier on the day to have
blagged the puzzles before you go out. That way all you have to do when out is
to get the photos. The day is quite long enough with all the walking not to
need to be puzzle-solving too. The Sherlock Holmes series has seven puzzles to
solve; I have answers for four so far.
If any of my loyal readers know when new
drains were fitted to Great Scotland Yard or is going near the Temple Church in
Fleet Street…
My laptop then flashed up something in
the status bar. Urgent attention was needed. Suspecting the worst I had a
look-see only to find two messages. One was suggesting I buy more hardware from
the people who made my lap-top so I can connect the device to other stuff I
don’t have. That notification has been disabled. The other was about some
feature of Microsoft Edge. Who uses Microsoft Edge?
I took "Furry Face TM"
out for a walk. There was a little incident when he tried to attack a bus. He
ran between my legs and as I went arse over tit I accidently trod on his foot
making him yelp. I actually once broke a dog’s foot by treading on it as it ran
underneath me, and with that in mind my dog got told off. He was rather subdued
for the rest of the walk.
We got to the park and found the Saturday
morning joggers out in force. Probably a couple of hundred people jogging; all
looking miserable. One young lad was crying as his mother forced him to run. As
we walked I met a friend pushing her baby in a push chair. She was off to town
and told me how she’d just been sworn at by someone in a yellow hi-vis jacket
who was marshalling the joggers. He felt that people should know better than to
bring push chairs into the park when the joggers are there.
We also met OrangeHead. I say “met”; she was with her gang, and when
with her gang she has an attitude. She looked at me with utter contempt. The
next time I meet her she will be all smiles.
We
came home where "er indoors TM" was making herself
some pumpkin soup. It smelled nice; I was fobbed off with a hot cross bun. With
that scoffed I made my way to the train station. The journey to Folkestone was
interesting; I spent it listening to some twit droning on about his
get-rich-quick scheme. He has this plan to somehow generate free electricity
from sunlight in the deserts but he then ranted that it wouldn’t work because
it is too cloudy in Folkestone and told me that he was buying a house in
Cheriton Avenue where he would be starting his business. Even though there isn’t
enough sunlight in Folkestone, his plan would be a winner because he wouldn’t have
to pay any tax because sunlight is free (!)
I was glad when the train stopped.
I met Jimbo and we had a decent bit of
brekkie in the Bridge café. From there we went on to the Firkin where we met my
Ham Street Lover and had a few pints including one of rhubarb cider. Rhubarb
cider - can you believe it!! We also discovered the wonders of Facebook live
and transmitted to a waiting universe. I think the universe seemed to like what
it saw.
Things were rather hazy when Emma joined
us at the Pullman. There was talk of going to Kipps, and I can distinctly
remember planning to get on a train…
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