With
absolutely no reason to get up early today I was wide awake at 6am. After an
hour I finally conceded I was just wasting time by laying in bed and got up. I
set the washing machine going, had some brekkie and wasted time on the sofa
instead.
I
got my lap-top going and my piss boiled when I got a notification about a virtual geocache in Germany. The chap who’d hidden
it has been singled out as one of the world’s of one per cent of geocachers.
Guess how much he’s contributed to the hobby? He’s hidden seven caches. Seven.
And of that seven, two have been archived and one is currently disabled. How on
Earth does that put him in the top one per cent? And later in the day I got
notification about another similar one. Seven…
(As a point of reference I’ve hidden nearly
two hundred over the years…)
With
nothing else happening on social media I set the washing machine loose on some
whites then fiddled about with some old diaries I’d found. I had finally
unearthed my notes from the time we took the scouts to Canada seventeen years
ago, and I put together a little website of the event. You can see it by clicking here, but I doubt it is of
any interest to anyone who didn’t go.
I
hung washing on the line. I did more website, I hung more washing on the line.
I
got the dogs organised, then went round to meet "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM".
Together with Pogo we went for a little walk to South Willesborough and came
home past the river. As we walked the dogs generally had a whale of a time. We
had a little episode when "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
ran up someone’s garden path and kicked over all their ornamental lights.
Having done this, he then loudly announced to the world “Jakey break the lights”. Whilst his mother unleashed a can of
woop-ass on him I fell about laughing.
"Daddy’s
Little Angel TM" returned Pogo home and walked with us as
far as Asda. She had shopping to do. We came home where I got out the Hoover
and tidied up a little. Looking at the black clouds I got the laundry off of
the washing line, then realising it was already mid-day I realised I had to
decide about lunch. I had thought about getting myself a pub lunch. But by the
time I’d wandered over to Hythe Road and paid for lunch and a pint (or two)… So I got some scran from the
KFC (for a third of the price of the pub)
and devoured it watching an episode of “Plebs”
which I streamed from You-Tube (or
“lube-tube” as "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" calls it). And with lunch
scoffed I got on with the ironing and watched more “Plebs” as the heavy rain fell outside.
I
knew I was going to be at a bit of a loose end today. As a late birthday treat "er
indoors TM"’s workmates were taking her to London for the party in the park event in Hyde park. I
could have gone canoeing with the geo-crowd, but "er indoors TM"
is the master canoeist. I’m just crew – it is her that has the licence. And
with the car having been valeted in readiness for the airport run in a couple
of days’ time I didn’t want to fill it with grubby dogs or fishing gear. But by
the time I’d walked the dogs and done the ironing, sorted my undercrackers and
fallen asleep in front of the telly it was 5pm, and it had rained for much of
the day anyway.
Flushed
with success at publishing my holiday diaries from the year 2000 this morning,
I then created a similar website about the scouts trip to America and Canada
which I helped run in 2004. You can see it by clicking here but again will
probably only mean anything to those who were there. Creating the website kept
me constructively occupied for an hour; I was only disturbed by the dogs
barking at their own shadows.
I
vaguely thought about a pub dinner, but I saw there was live music starting at
5pm. I say “live music”; some live
music is good, but most is noise. So as the rain got heavier I turned the telly
on again and got comfortable with my dogs…
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