Apart from one coughing fit at two o’clock I had a good
night’s sleep. Mind you I wasn’t pleased to wake to rain at eight o’clock.
Over brekkie I sparked up my lap-top. For some inexplicable
reason it has taken to presenting me with a blank Word document every time it
starts. I wish it wouldn’t do that. As I scoffed toast I had a look at the
Internet. One of the geocaching pages I follow was up in arms. When hunting
Tupperware you have an alias for yourself. There is a chap in Hastings who has
made his geo-identity to be based on serial killers. Having had this for a
couple of years, this has only now given offence.
We got ourselves and the dogs together and were just about
to set off to the morning’s geo-meet when the phone pinged with news of a new
geocache not one mile away. It would be rude not to go for this, so we took a
minor diversion and came out with a cheeky First to Find.
The geo-meet was in Dobbies. After a little mucking about (and tiddling up shop displays) we were
soon in the thick of the morning’s meet-up. It was good to catch up with
friends. We chatted for half an hour or so, then went for a little wander. As
luck would have it the morning’s meet was almost on top of a little geo-series
that "er indoors TM" had hidden a while ago. Nine
of us (and two small dogs) wandered
round the outside of the golf course (and
right across it) hunting out a dozen geocaches as we went.
It was a matter of conjecture as to whether the timing of
our walk was either a work of genius or pot luck, but either way we started
just as the rain had subsided, and we finished just as the torrential rain hit.
Either way we got round dry.
We got back to the cars, pulled off wellies, and went for
lunch. It didn’t take long to get to the Windmill. We’d had an excellent meal
there a few weeks ago, and again we had a rather good bit of dinner washed down
with some rather good ales.
We came home, and I woke a couple of hours later.
We
put on our red pants, collected "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" and went down to Folkestone for the
traditional Spanish New Year. There was a rather good buffet, and a rather
tricky quiz in which our team NABOR (Not
A Bunch Of Retards) came second. Did you know that another country uses the
tune of the British National Anthem for their National Anthem?
Eleven o’ clock came; we did the grapes (it’s a Spanish thing) and at midnight we
watched the fireworks in London on the comfort of a telly. In years gone by we
would then have watched “Mamma Mia”
or something along those lines, but we’re getting old….
We got to bed just before two o’clock…
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