I didn’t sleep that well really; I gave up trying to sleep
at twenty past five. I came downstairs to see (from the smart meter) that we’d used fifty-five pence worth of
energy since midnight. Yesterday at the same time it was seventy pence.
I made brekkie; but there was a minor disaster. We’d run
out of coffee. I found a sachet of the stuff that I must have blagged from
somewhere or other. It had gone past its “best
by” date three years ago, but it seemed OK to me.
As Fudge snored on the sofa I watched an episode of “The Good Place” then sparked up my
lap-top. I’d been tagged in a post on one of the geocaching pages. A teacher
wanted to take her pupils geocaching and I’d been recommended as someone who
might suggest a route. I pretended I’d not seen it. I’m not a great fan of
doing this as a classroom activity as it was my experience as a scout leader
that there are quite a few children who, on hearing about geocaching, make it
their life’s work to destroy all that they can find. And (call me old-fashioned) I can’t help but feel that children should
spend their school time learning to read and write and do their sums.
I then had a look at my emails. I had one of encouragement
from the nice people at https://www.hematologyinterest.com/ who were impressed
with the work-related blog I write. I was pleased about that.
I
then realised what the time was, and thought I’d better get a move on. For once
the car wasn’t iced up or steamed up. I drove to the co-op for lunch, then
collected "My Boy TM". Together we went to the
Brookfield café for brekkie. They do this “choose
your favourite eight items” deal; it was good.
We
then drove down to Shirkoak. We’ve fished other places; Shirkoak mightn’t have
the biggest fish but it is relatively close to home and usually the fishing is
good. We arrived to find we had the lake to ourselves; that was a result. I’d
hate to be having a quiet fishing session then have me turn up.
We
soon set up. We both set quivertips fishing on the bottom (stop me if I’m getting too technical) but after an hour we’d only
had a couple of fish each. We swapped to float fishing the tiniest slivers of
luncheon meat, and things picked up. The technique we were using would be ideal
on a hot summers day for catching tiddlers; we both lost count of the amount of
fish we had. There is no denying that we had some small fish, but the average
fish must have been over three pounds in weight.
And
(as I do) I took a few photos as we fished.
The
plan had been to fish until mid-afternoon. The weather forecast said rain was
due at three o’clock. A fine drizzle started shortly after two o’clock and we
packed up. There are those who fish in all weathers; I have done, but neither
of us fancied having to dry all the gear when we got home today, so we quickly
packed up and went home.
Once
home I walked the dogs round the block before the rain got *too* heavy, popped to B&Q for light
bulbs, did a little shopping, gave myself a haircut, had a shower, and collapsed
exhausted. I’d not been staring at the telly for more than two minutes when my
phone beeped. Thirty new geocaches had gone live not twenty minutes’ drive from
work. I might have managed a cheeky FTF if today hadn’t been a little holiday.
I hadn’t been sat down for long when "er indoors TM"
came home, boiled up a rather good bit of dinner, and went bowling. I thought I
might prepare some geocaches with a view to going to hide them tomorrow…
Putting the boxes together took over an hour…
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