I slept reasonably well, finally giving up and going to the
loo shortly after 7am. The rain against the kitchen window was torrential, and
it continued as I scoffed brekkie.
As I scoffed I had a look at the Internet. I had some
emails; four of which told me the same news. Namely that the geo-meet I had planned for February had received the
thumbs-up from the geo-feds.
I just have to hope people turn up to my meeting now…
Mind you, it seemed odd that the automated system should
give me four notifications of the same thing; particularly when the automated
notification I have set up to tell me about new geocaches only works (at best) two thirds of the time.
Geo-HQ *really*
need to have a look at what they are playing at. Over the summer they put a lot
of effort into setting up an algorithm which pissed off people all over the
world, and just recently they were fannying about in a co-operative fanny-about
with the “Magic: The Gathering” card
game. Meanwhile you can’t realistically do the hobby (which is their business) without resorting to third-party providers.
I can’t help but think they need to sort out their core business before doing
anything else.
I also saw something on Facebook which rather wound me up
as I devoured my toast. The pro-Brexit brigade were advertising about a project
funded by the EU (eight years ago)
featuring a blogging donkey. The outer-s felt that
the blogging donkey was a waste of money. I suppose it was a waste of money,
but then so was the monster-thingy created to raise awareness of
workplace pensions,
and the UK government spent two million quid more on that than the blogging
donkey cost, and no one complained about that.
I then spent two hours playing Tetris. What a waste of
time.
Once the dogs got up and had their brekkies I walked them
round the roads. The day was cold and wet, but they wanted to go for a little
wander. But only a little one. Today wasn’t the sort of day for the walks we
usually go on.
As we walked Treacle ate something disgusting. I wonder
what it was?
"er indoors TM" went shopping; I
played more Tetris. When she came home we settled the pups and set off to the
Medway Towns. Earlier in the day Facebook had been alive with photos of the
snow. We’d had no snow in Ashford, but we’d had serious rain. And the rain
returned as we drove up the motorway.
As we drove through Maidstone we could see there had been
snow there, but surely the rain would wash it away?
We got to the Waggon at Hale, and had a pint. Then ten of
us settled down for a rather good dinner courtesy of a good friend. We started
off with broccoli and stilton soup. Really good. I glanced out of the window
and saw the snow was getting rather heavy.
Then Sunday roast was served up. Some had the beef. I didn’t
I had the turkey (and sprouts)
because everyone knows the baby Jesus was born in a turkey manger on a sprout
farm. Oh; it was so good. A third pint, then strawberry meringue. I did look at
some of the other desserts, but I think I made the right choice. The others
looked heavier and by that stage I was feeling pleasantly replete (that’s posh for “stuffed”). A glass of
port, and I soon dozed off. Twice.
Snow, decent ale, Christmas crackers, turkey dinner… it
really was looking a lot like Christmas. We had a very good dinner; it was
great catching up with friends. I explained how we were having dinner (lunch is for girls, the posh, and ploughmen);
we talked about how often we bought flowers for the ladies (do pineapples count?). When I got up
this morning I was feeling a little bit “meh!”,
but this afternoon was definitely “not
too shabby” (to quote the first fruit
of my loin). There are photos
of what happened here.
Fortunately the snow had subsided by the time we had to set
off homewards. Snow is all very well to look at (through a window) but driving through the stuff can be tricky. I *think* the journey home was OK; I slept
through it.
Once home the dogs joined in the fun; having been given far
too much beef, "er indoors TM" brought her
left-overs home for them. They like beef.
I then had to referee their squabbles. The house is awash
with chew toys and marrow bones, and sometimes Fudge gets possessive and wants
the lot. He will take every single one from the puppy, and having taken one, he
then has no interest in it. He had a toy. He dropped it and took the puppy’s. The
puppy picked up another; so he wanted it. And so it went on.
I had words with him.
"er indoors TM" is off bowling
in a minute. I shall sleep in front of the telly. Again…
Your welcome
ReplyDeleteGreat company and a lovely afternoon