It
was cold when I got up this morning. So cold that I turned the central heating
on. Once it had warmed up I bled a couple of the radiators then had a look-see
at the Internet. I found myself getting more wound up about the virtual
geocache reward for the best cachers thingy. Take for example this one - the chap who got it has only hidden
three caches; the most recent hide being five years ago. How much time, effort
and money has this person contributed to the hobby compared with any of the
wonderful people in Kent who put out enough caches that I have a
several-mile-long dog walk (at least once
every week), something to puzzle about most evenings, and something to do
on the way to every late shift (and still
have loads in reserve to be getting on with)? There are those who deserve
these virtual caches, but there are so many people who contribute more and who
haven’t been recognised. And I’m now getting more and more wound up that no one
else seems in the slightest bit bothered about this.
The
dogs and I hitched a lift with "er indoors TM" up
to the Repton manor estate and we walked home (past a relatively new geocache). We came through the park just as
the forecast rain arrived two hours early, and we got even wetter as I waited
whilst Fudge played in the river.
Once
home I settled the dogs and drove off to the cashpoint machine, then made a
start on packing for our holiday. Due to a minor mix-up with pounds and
kilogrammes I found myself wasting time stripping the suitcase barer than it
ever needed to be. I’ve probably not packed enough; when I go away I usually
pack far too much.
If
I need more… I’m told that abroad has shops?
Jimbo
called round to get instructions for the next week as he’s going to be
house-sitting; if nothing else it will be a holiday for him as well as us. And
with Jimbo suitably instructed on the dogs’ habits and the care of my
monkey-puzzle tree he set off back to work and I took Fudge to the vet. He’s
been worrying the base of his tail quite a bit recently. That is usually a sign
that his anal glands “need doing”.
I
must admit I keep myself deliberately in the dark as to what exactly “needs doing” with anal glands; I take
him to the vets, the nice nurse takes him away, and five minutes all is done.
The nice nurse told me that there was a lot to be “done” this time, and asked me all sorts of questions about things
best not questioned.
I
then spent ten minutes talking to the nice man at Hastings Direct. A little
while ago I harangued a colleague for never posting anything on Facebook. Being
a nosey sort of person I like seeing what everyone else is up to, and I never
hesitate to tell the world my trivia. However my ex-colleague declined to do
so. He was adamant that telling the world what he was doing was an open
invitation to burglars, and that checking in to anywhere away from home
invalidated your house contents insurance policy. This has been preying on my
mind for a while, and bearing in mind I shall be a little way away from home
over the next week I thought I’d get expert advice.
Let’s
just say that the nice man at Hastings Direct laughed when I asked.
Pausing
only briefly to repair the bathroom blind that collapsed at the most awkward
time, "er indoors TM" boiled up dinner then went
bowling. I settled in front of the telly with my dogs and watched “Victoria”. I think an early night might
be in order…
I’m
now off on my holidays for a week or so. To save weight I’m not taking my
lap-top and blogging from my phone isn’t practical. So I’ll see you all in a
week or so…
And
(much as I like the song) let’s hope
I shall be rid of this ear-worm by the time I return.
Even if it has got to #6 in the album
charts…
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