I slept well, but woke feeling rather miserable. I often do that after a
good day. But we need the “bleagh”
days to appreciate the good ones.
Over brekkie I saw four new geocaches had gone live locally. I could
have got up and run after them for an FTF, but decided against it; I’d got a
washing machine full of stuff churning that I wanted to put out, and I expected
the local FTF king was already on the case. So instead I stuck to my plan for
the morning.
I mooched in cyberspace until the washing machine had done its bit. With
the first load of washing hung out I got a second lot into the machine, then I
took the dogs for a little bit of geo-maintenance. Two of my geocaches had gone
missing. I replaced one, and the other I archived and re-submitted as a new
cache. Realistically after four years everyone locally has found it. Creating a
new one would give everyone a little walk out (if nothing else). As we walked we met two ex-cubs mothers; both
remembered me and we had a little chat.
Just as we were leaving Singleton Lake I had a look at the geo-app on my
phone. Those new caches were only a few minutes’ walk away, and no one had
logged a find yet. So I thought we might chase a First to Find. The nearest
cache eluded us completely. I found myself rummaging in a thicket and the given
hint (000556) meant nothing. So we
walked a couple of hundred yards to where we found the next cache hanging in
some cobwebs. But we were first to get there. FTF – happy dance.
We came home through the park, and once home Fudge ate the breakfast
he’d turned his nose up at earlier. I hung out the washing as both dogs crashed
out. Fudge was soon snoring, but after five minutes Treacle got on the back of
the sofa and barked at the outside world. I wish she wouldn’t do that.
I filled the holes in the wall with a view to fixing the bannister then
over some
lunch (toast) I watched the episode
of “Game of Thrones” that the SkyPlus
box had recorded for me at 2am this morning; even though I had already seen one
or two spoilers about the show. The show itself – it was OK. The fight scenes
were spectacular, or so I’m told. I’m like that with fight scenes, or the chase
scenes in films, or the guitar solos with bands. The bits that everyone else
raves over are the bits I fast-forward through.
With
telly watched I went to bed for the afternoon. I managed three hours sleep
which was interrupted twice by dogs frantically barking for no reason
whatsoever.
I
got the laundry in; something odd had happened. It was all dry apart from one
T-shirt which was still wringing wet. I wonder what had happened there?
"er
indoors TM"
will be home soon. She says she’ll boil up some dinner before I have to go to
the night shift…
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