The plan was not to stay drinking in
Folkestone for *too* long yesterday
because I didn’t want to leave my little dog alone with fireworks going off. I
think I may have stayed out just a tad longer that I had planned to. I can
remember there being talk of a train and all of a sudden it was far-too-late
o’clock and the guard on the train was waking me up and telling me we were at
Charing Cross. Charing Cross!
The journey home was spent in the
company of two rather nice young ladies (who
had legs all the way up to their bums) who were even more drunk than I was.
They blamed prosecco. I kept up a running commentary of my movements on
Facebook; it seemed to amuse the world.
I was glad to get home; it was a shame
it was about seven hours later than planned. I say “about”; in all honesty I have no idea what time I got home. It was
all rather vague.
I woke before 6am feeling remarkably
well; even if my innards were making odd noises. As they gurgled I pootled
about on the Internet. There seemed to be very few piccies from people at
fireworks events last night. Did no one do fireworks? I put together a Facebook
event for the next astro club meeting, and tried to chivvy
up a few more speakers for next year. I then started advertising the next astro
club meeting but hit a snag. One of the websites that no one ever reads (Total Ashford) has gone west, but I
got free adverts in other websites that no one ever reads.
I shall plug the club in the Facebook
groups nearer the time.
As I pootled both fruits of my loin
phoned to tell me off.
"er indoors TM" got up some four
hours after I had. I *hate* this
insomnia. I have no trouble nodding off at the most inopportune times (like when on the train home) but when I
*want* to sleep (like when in bed at 5am) I am wide awake.
Normally on a Sunday we’d be off on a planned
walk somewhere but with the possibility of mum being discharged from hospital
today we’d kept our options open. As it turned out mum wasn’t coming home and
others were visiting her today, so we thought a walk up the canal at Hythe
might be a good idea.
We put the lead onto a rather over-excited
little dog and drove down to West Hythe. I’d had a look on the geo-map and had
found a series of six geocaches along the canal with one or two others on the
way. We arrived to find the car park was full. We parked on the edge of the car
park; no one gave us a parking ticket.
We had a rather good walk along the canal.
"Furry Face TM" had a good run; we walked slower
and found half a dozen caches.
I took a few photos whilst we walked. Once
home I posted them on-line and "er indoors TM" did
up the last of the pumpkin soup as a late lunch. I then slobbed in front of the
telly for several hours.
I think I might still be drunk…
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