I found myself pinned in place for much
of the night, with a dog fast asleep on either side. But not wanting to disturb
them I let them lie.
Over brekkie (we have bread to toast now) I saw a new geocache had gone live.
There was a puzzle to solve in order to find out where the thing was. I soon
solved the puzzle… I did smile about the puzzle – it was a direct copy of an
idea that "er indoors TM" had used on another local
puzzle cache. I thought about chasing the First to Find, but instead walked the
dogs round the park.
It was *cold* this morning; we did our usual circuit of the park, and as
always, Fudge straggled a hundred yards behind us. But he wasn’t the problem.
Every time I called him he would run toward us, and the puppy would run head-on
at him. He would then change direction by ninety degrees to avoid collision and
then keep going the wrong way.
And we were also seriously slowed down
by people who refuse to let their dogs off of the lead. If they want their dogs
to play with other dogs, then they need to trust the dog off of the lead. I get
so cross when people keep calling my dogs so they can have every dog in the
park within ten yards of them. This morning I had one silly old woman
complaining at me when I called my dogs. “They
are playing!” she announced angrily when I rounded up my dogs. I suggested
that dogs play better when allowed to run free, to which she told me that her
dog wasn’t the sort of dog that runs off of the lead.
The implication was that only dogs from
the scummier end of the council estate do that. Odd how those dogs are allowed
to play with her mutt…
We came home, and the dogs ran riot for
a bit. Despite having ran riot on the walk, they did much the same at home. I
had a quick look at my accounts, then ran round with the hoover and blocked it
up.
Having unbunged the hoover (Dyson) I emptied the dishwasher. I’d
washed up the dog food tin from the dogs’ supper last night. There was rust
inside the tin. Perhaps that’s why Fudge was ill?
I took a rather circuitous route to
work. A geo-friend had received a report that one of his caches needed a new
log. Being laid up in hospital he was unable to sort it out, so since it wasn't
*that* far out of my way I thought
I'd be helpful. I soon found the cache;
there was nothing wrong with the log. Far from being full (as had been reported) it was only full on one side, and there were
just two signatures on the other. To the
layman this state of affairs could be best described as "perfectly fine with f... all wrong".
Why do people log "Needs sorting out" on geocaches
when there is absolutely nothing wrong with the things. I was going to put
photos of the perfectly fine log all over the Internet, but in the walk from
the cache to my car (five yards) I
managed to lose it.
Mind you it was probably for the best;
it would only have caused squabbles.
Finding myself in the back of beyond I
thought this might be the perfect opportunity to try out my new "Find a McDonalds" app. The app soon
located the McDonalds at Bobbing, and within twenty minutes I was shovelling
McChicken Selects down my neck. And (as
luck would have it) there was another piece of Tupperware hidden on a
hundred yards from the McDonalds so that kept me out of mischief for a further
two minutes.
I got to work with fifteen minutes to
spare, and had a rather busy time. What with the clocks having gone back
yesterday the nine o'clock finish seemed *really*
late…
Just as well I have a rostered day off
tomorrow.
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