I slept like a log last night, and would have kept sleeping
had Treacle not decided it was play time at eight o’clock this morning.
I got up just as "er indoors TM"
was going out. Months ago I’d agreed to run the monthly geo-meet today, so the
family went and organised a mass in honour of father-in-law who died a year
ago. Part of me would have liked to have gone to the mass, part of me can’t
help but wonder what it was all about. It would have been nice to have been
there, but I’d already made other arrangements.
As I scoffed my toast the dogs squabbled in the background.
It is easier for me to have brekkie whilst they are still asleep. If they wake
up first, by the time I get up they are rather fractious. They certainly were
this morning. One would bark at a shadow, and the other would bark because the
first had. And then the one that hadn’t barked first would woof for absolutely
no reason whatsoever, and the second would copy.
As this went on I managed a quick look-see at the Internet.
There were no emails of note; I wondered if I might get emails about new
geocaches as last night "er indoors TM" had hidden
some new geocaches locally for today’s event. I had thought she’d left it too
late for them to be published today. It looked like she had.
Mind you I had a couple of spamming emails which made me
smile. Something for nothing as a marketing ploy probably worked once. Free
beer was being offered. Free beer my arse! When you read the small print, the
deal was that they sent you a case of beer (for
which you paid the postage) and then they send you a case of beer every
month for which you pay twenty-five quid. That’s something for nothing, isn’t
it?
I also had a deal from Pieroth wines in which I was being
offered six free bottles of wine… *if*
I first spent three hundred quid with them. I actually sent them an email
saying they could send me just the free wine. I bet they don’t.
I saw I had some new e-friends on Facebook, but other than
that nothing new had happened there overnight.
Totally forgetting it was a Saturday I took the dogs round
the park. Fortunately we missed the park run which had taken place an hour
earlier. We had a good walk; but there was one little incident in which Fudge
set off following OrangeHead, and we had to back-track about three hundred
yards to retrieve him.
With dogs walked I watched an episode of “Plebs”, settled the hounds, then we went
on to the day’s main event.
Every month the local hunters of Tupperware meet up; today
it was my turn to host the meeting. My friends at the Windmill had allowed me
to use the room on the first floor, and we had a rather good meet-up. There
were people there who turn up to every meet; there were those who were at their
first ever meet-up. There were over thirty people along all told. I was rather
pleased with the turn-out. I even took a few
photos of the event.
In honour of our having the meet the people at the Windmill
had arranged to have a barrel of Razor Back on the hand-pump as Karl likes the stuff (as do I). In one of life’s ironic twists
it was today that Tracey was taken poorly.
We had booked the room till two o’clock; we stayed until
four. I was rather pleased at how well the meet went. "er indoors TM"
drove us home; we walked the dogs round the park…
I’ve just woke up. It is ten o’clock. Where did the day go?
– It is a long time since I’ve had a gallon of ale…
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