I was *so*
pleased to have had a good night’s sleep for once; the puppy only woke me the
one time. But on getting bread from the freezer for my brekkie I clouted my
head on the freezer door and gave myself a headache which lasted for much of
the day.
Over brekkie I had a look-see at the Internet. Other than a
few photos of cocker-pugs, not much had happened on Facebook overnight, which
was probably for the best.
I had a few emails. I saw the job I left a year or so ago
was being advertised. Would I go back? No.
I say “no”; if I
had to I would. When offered a choice between working for half the wages (and subservience to those I trained) or
the push I swallowed my pride as I needed the money. If I *had” to go back or be out of work I would. I would prostitute
myself again. But I would rather not.
I was rather surprised to see that only one more “found it” log came in overnight; putting
out a series of caches yesterday has proved something I’ve been saying for some
time. There are “geocachers” and
there are “first to find-ers”. Of the
four that logged FTFs only one did the entire series. It actually looks as
though one of them had walked half a mile into the countryside, seen there were
no more FTFs to be had, and had turned round and gone home. For some reason I
find that vaguely insulting.
However I had an email notification to say that the one
chap who did walk all of the series of geocaches I hid yesterday had awarded
the route a favourite point. Favourite points are awarded by cachers to those
caches they think are special in some way. For every ten caches you find, you
get to award one point. I must admit I don’t really bother with them much; having
accrued one for every ten finds, I have over five hundred still to give out (and probably never will). But it is
always nice to receive one.
I then checked the weather forecast. The BBC have changed
the layout of their weather
page.
I don’t like it. Not that there’s anything wrong with it; I just don’t do
change very well.
I drove round to the garage near McDonalds to collect "er
indoors TM". Her car has been making odd noises lately (apparently) and the nice man at the
garage said he’d have a look at it. We left her car there and I drove her to
work and then had a “me day”.
As I was in the area I had a little look-see at the fish
section in Dobbies. They seemed rather helpful; I shall go back there when I
need something.
I then drove in to town. I popped into the estate agent
selling next door to ask why the place has changed hands (at least) a dozen times in twenty-five years. The nice lady passed
me on to the manager who agreed it was excessive, but he said some houses are
like that. He told me of one in Hythe Road which is on their books more often
than it is not.
I went in to the bank. I had a cheque to pay in. Some
officious busybody member of staff wouldn’t leave me alone, so I walked out. I
need to go back with that cheque at some point.
I went to the old-fashioned sweetie shop hoping they would
have Callard and Bowser’s chocolate toffee rolls. They didn’t.
I went to see the tattoo artist I saw yesterday. He’s come
up with a design I like. I’ve made an appointment for a couple of weeks’ time.
I laid an egg when "er indoors TM"
messaged me with the quote to have her car’s clutch fixed.
I
came home, put the leads on to the dogs, and walked round to Newtown where we
met "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" and "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" (together with Sid and Pogo). We had a rather good little walk to
the playpark and back. As we walked "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM" told me all about planets. He knows quite a
bit about them. Also as we walked Treacle spent a lot of time biting Pogo’s
ankles, and Fudge “gayed up” Sid (it’s a dog thing).
We
got home about five minutes after the forecast rain had started.
No annual leave is complete without spending time ironing.
So I spent the afternoon ironing. As I did I watched a film on Netflix. I can
remember “The Martian” being really
good when I watched it some time ago. Today it seemed to drag on interminably.
Just as it finished (and
the ironing finished) the phone rang. It was "Daddy’s Little Angel TM".
Sam had passed his driving test today; would I take them over to South Ashford so
they could look at a car. Sam had a test drive…. I won’t say that the front half
was a Ford Cortina and the back half was a Mini Metro, but the clutch was knacked
as were the windows. Whilst the owner went in to get the service history we
made a quick getaway. Personally I wasn’t even sure this car was the so-called
owner’s car to sell.
I took "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"’s
tribe home then collected "er indoors TM" from
work. I thought about suggesting she walked… but then I was rather hoping for
some dinner…
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