Having had a full week of early starts I
had been looking forward to something of a lie-in this morning. I found myself
chasing Fudge round the garden at four o’clock as he decided that the
neighbourhood needed to be shouted at. And then with him eventually settled,
Treacle wanted to play at ten past six.
I finally got some shut-eye; but
suddenly woke in a cold sweat following a nightmare in which I had been
promoted to the rank of “wotsit officer”
on the starship ”USS Spasmo” and had
been told we were off on a suicide mission to kick some furry yellow ass.
Over brekkie I had a look at the
Internet. Yesterday the pundits on the radio had told me that Facebook was changing its
policies
so that I would see far fewer adverts and far more of what my friends and
family were posting. I called up that website hoping to see what friends and
family were up to, and immediately found myself confronted with half a dozen
pornographic Facebook pages.
Once I got through the smut I saw some
snippets of what people were up to, but only a shadow of what I used to see.
More and more there are just the same old memes and jokes circulating. I wish
individuals would post more; I’m a nosey person. I like to see what people are
doing.
Mind you, one friend was asking for
advice. Her ex-husband was being very difficult about making plans for next
Christmas with the children. He’d got a solicitor to take the line that seeing
how he’d totally neglected his paternal responsibilities for the last five
years it was only reasonable that at the next Christmas he have the children
from the day before Christmas Eve till the day after Boxing Day. I’ve met the
bloke, and have followed his Facebook postings. He only wants this arrangement
out of spite. If he managed to get his way, the children would spend the entire
time under the unwilling supervision of his mother.
I can’t help but wonder why no one has
remonstrated with this chap with a large bat.
We got ourselves and the dogs together,
and set off to Stourmouth. We went there geocaching three years ago and gave up
as the place was flooded. Today we managed a rather good walk. We parked up at
the picnic site, then (once Karl Tracey
and Charlotte had joined us) went for a little wander.
We climbed trees, we navigated swamps,
we found fields of cauliflowers, we found odd birds (that probably weren’t dodos), we argued with swans, we didn’t *quite* fall into rivers. As we walked we
found a pub. A crafty half at the mid-way point is always good. And there was a
pub at the end too.
I
took a few photos as we walked.
Geocache-wise it was a mixed walk. We’d
gone along to walk a specific circuit. The caches on that walk weren’t the
easiest to find. But the suggested parking place was in such a place that we found
ourselves going past geocaches hidden by other people before and after the main
route. Several of those weren’t there.
Once home "er indoors TM"
went to the Saturday night film night. Being home alone I foraged for my dinner
(in the general direction of the KFC)
and with dinner scoffed I spent most of the evening fast asleep in front of the
telly.
Perhaps that third pint of stout was one
too many…?
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