I slept reasonably well, but was still
wide awake long before I needed to be. Ove brekkie I watched an episode of “BattleStar Galactica” – there are a lot
of episodes of that; it should keep me occupied for a few weeks.
As I watched telly I combed my dog. He
rarely wants to be a lap-dog these days so when he does I make the most of it.
And he likes being combed. By the time the episode I was watching had finished
Fudge was fast asleep so I settled him on the sofa next to me, and as he snored
I had a look on-line.
With nothing of note happening on
Facebook I checked my emails. I had the offer of a job in Inverness. Some time
ago I signed up to an agency which guaranteed they could find me work. I have
to admit they have had no shortage of job offers. However they’ve never had any
practical ones.
It occurred to me that it is now three
weeks since I ordered my new fishing licence and it hasn’t arrived yet, so I
emailed the environment agency to see where it has got to. I wonder if they
will reply.
I set off to work on a surprisingly cold
morning. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the importance
of teaching children how to use the Internet, and about how it
works. I’ve been saying for years that the inability to use a computer is akin
to being unable to read or write and it finally sees that officialdom agrees
with me.
There was also talk about how the Labour
party is in disarray again. Why is it that the
Labour party attracts the nutters and the loonies whilst self-serving greed
never seems to do so?
I stopped about half a mile before I got
to work for geo-reasons; there is a geocache along Hermitage Lane. Put out by a
Polish chap the cache is called “Stempel
by Fence”; I think the word “stempel”
is Polish for “heap of rubbish”. I
followed my GPS into some hedges and just where the GPS said the cache was
hidden was the biggest pile of broken toys and litter you ever did see. The
bottom half of a sandwich box was off to one side, the lid a few feet away, and
a geocaching log laying in between. I put it back together again and when I got
home I went to log a “Needs Maintenance”
but decided against it. After all, I’ve already fixed it.
We took the dogs round the block. As we
walked some passing small children jumped back from the puppy. One pointed at
Fudge and said “Blue collar – doesn’t
bite”. Well, he was right about the not biting.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of scoff and we set off to Folkestone. A couple of rather good
beers and an evening playing some rather odd ChromeCast games.
Can’t be bad…
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