We
had a slightly later start than usual today; probably for the best bearing in
mind the late night we’d had. As I scoffed toast my stomach was gurgling; I
blame the last pint last night; I thought it was a tad dodgy.
My
piss boiled somewhat as I looked at Facebook. A friend had posted one of these
made-up memes about how illegal immigrants live high on the hog whilst
pensioners haven’t got a pot to piss in.
It
took about thirty seconds to come up with the truth of the matter, but I can’t help but
wonder why people post such hateful racist rubbish. Perhaps people are
frightened of foreigners? Perhaps working in a hospital means I get to meet a
wider range of people than most? However I will say that when I’m walking home
from the car late at night I feel far safer walking past the Polish drinking
beer outside the corner shop than I do coming by the British thugs by the KFC.
And when my car broke down it was the immigrant community that stopped and helped
me.
We
got our gear (and dogs) together and
was just about to set off to Gravesend when the phone rang. Our usual walking
buddies weren’t able to come out to play today; they’d just got to their car
and found that overnight someone had broken in to their car and garage. It
later turned out that nearly a dozen garages had been done in the area.
I
don’t know what boils my piss more, either the fact that organised mobs of
scumbags are out stealing from decent people, or that the police still hadn’t
shown their faces to investigate by five o’clock in the evening.
So
being on our own we decided to change our plans. We thought we’d save the
Gravesend walk for when we could all be together, and instead we went to hunt for
Tupperware along a little series of geocaches in East Peckham (Maidstone, not London) that Karl and
Tracy had done over the summer.
We
started off with a bit of a mystery. At the location of the first cache we
found two caches. Both relatively new, both rather obvious (if you know what to look for), both
about a foot apart. I wonder what was going on there?
We
then carried on down the hill, and followed footpaths and lanes for about four
miles. We climbed trees, we jumped ditches, we heard skylarks singing, we even
saw a frog doing his thing. It was only a shame that I tripped on some ground
level barbed wire. For all that the fall put me into a bit of a strop it was
probably very funny to watch; just a shame that no one saw it. As "My
Boy TM" would say, I hit the ground like a rubber duck. I
managed to wrench a knee which was already rather painful, got myself a rather
nasty gash up the back of my leg, and I think I’ve bruised a rib or two.
And
then I got bogged down in a swamp...
As
we drove home "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" phoned, and
we went round to hers for a cuppa and to scoff the cakes we’d taken on our walk
with us for lunch but hadn’t eaten. She didn’t see that the cakes went past
their best last week, but Bakewell tarts don’t go off, do they?
She
asked if we wanted to stay for dinner; we decided against it. Probably for the
best as I later got a message from her saying that her jambalaya was vile, and
they had cheese on toast for dinner instead. Apparently "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" wouldn’t even touch the stuff.
Once home I sparked up the lap-top. I took a few photos as we walked, and I
uploaded them. I do that. "er indoors TM" boiled up
a rather good bit of dinner, and with that scoffed she went off bowling. With
both dogs worn out from the afternoon’s walk I settled in front of the telly
and watched more “Gotham”. I do like
that show, but today I realised that (as
with any prequel) you know the heroes aren’t going to die so the perilous
scenes are rather wasted.
I really should polish my walking boots…
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