After a night filled with vivid dreams about a
monthly geo-meet being held in a public toilet I got up and took "Furry
Shark TM" into the garden where she did two flavours of “business”. Once I’d dealt with the
unsavoury bits of having a puppy, "er indoors TM" then showed up. The puppy then spent much of
the early morning quacking like a duck. She’d clearly got something stuck in
her throat.
Over brekkie I had a look on-line. Facebook
told me of several people having birthdays. There was also a thing on one of
the work-related groups I follow about people seeing ghosts in the laboratories
in which they work. I have seen what I thought might have been a ghost on night
shifts many years ago so I commented. I suspect I will regret doing so.
I then checked out my emails – Mrs Fatima Usman
had written to me because I am “beloved
in Christ” (!) She’s got four
million quid and is on her death bed. She won’t get into heaven with all that
money and it is her dying wish that someone give the money to charity for her.
Obviously she’ll pay that person handsomely for their trouble but if someone
don’t give the money away for her, she’ll burn in hell fire.
If anyone would like to help Mrs Fatima Usman
avoid eternal damnation (and be paid a
lot of money for doing so) I can forward the email for a mere fifty quid. (I can do scams too)
I also saw I had a comment from Guy on
yesterday’s blog entry. One worth reading – not all scams are quite so blatant.
Perhaps I was a tad harsh yesterday.
I’ve adjusted the comments section on this blog
– it should be easier to comment now.
Jamie arrived, and we all set off to
Betteshanger. There is a geo-series in
Fowlmead country park, and we soon met up with Aleta, Karl, Tracy and Charlotte
for a little walk. There weren’t a lot of caches on the walk, but the ones that
were there were challenging, and very cleverly done. We eventually fornd the
lot, but they took some finding. We had a rather good little walk. I’d never
been to Fowlmead country park before; if it wasn’t for this hobby of hunting
Tupperware I doubt I would ever have gone there. It was a rather good place to
go for a walk.
We only had a short walk today; and with the
walk done we adjourned to The Crown in
Finglesham.
I’d been in contact with the landlady in the week; the place was dog-friendly.
They did some rather wonderful cheesy chips (with red Leicester) and had a rather good ale selection. I tried
the lot, and barring a quick tiddle stop in Kearsney Abbey I slept all the way
home.
I took a few photos whilst we walked; once
home I posted them on-line, then dozed for much of the afternoon.
Eventually we both woke, had a pie and chips
whilst watching “Trollied” then went
up to The Star where “Access All Areas”
were playing a Christmas gig. As always the band were excellent. I particularly
liked the bit where a pint of Guinness got emptied into the P.A. system and the
resulting short circuit blew all the electrics in the pub. I think they should
do that more often.
However I was rather amazed by how empty the
pub was. There was the obvious “rent-a-mob”
crowd (of which we were a part) who
had come to support the band. And it was obvious who wasn’t part of that “rent-a-mob” crowd. There couldn’t have
been more than four people in the pub who weren’t friends of the band. I can’t
see The Star staying open with that level of custom.
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