I was sleeping like a
log until nice-next-door started doing “noisy
sex” just after seven o’clock. Interestingly amongst her squeals and groans
she was shouting “Yes Oliver!”. Him-next-door
is called Bradley. I wonder who Oliver is, and if he survived the ordeal.
Bearing in mind that my
dogs bark at the slightest provocation I’m amazed that they just sleep through
nice-next-door’s porno extravaganzas. I wish I could.
I had a look-see at the
Internet as I scoffed my toast. Bearing in mind that today is St Patrick’s Day,
seemingly everyone on Facebook was pretending that they were Irish. Everyone
does on St Patrick’s Day. Everyone makes out there is some vague tenuous family
connection to the Emerald Isle so that they can go get drunk in Guinness (which they also pretend to love).
My deceased
father-in-law really was Irish. And I can’t stand Guinness.
I spent a few minutes
doing the admin on my trackables. For those who’ve never “moved one on” a trackable can be absolutely anything. You attach a
little tag to it, and people move it from one geocache to the next and record
that they have done so. It is a bit of silliness to add to the already daft
notion of rummaging under a hedge for a sandwich box. However, these trackables
tend to go missing. People find them and keep them. Over the years I’ve
released a dozen trackables into the wild. Seven had already been marked as
missing, and this morning I marked two more as having gone, never to be seen again.
Of the remaining four, I suspect two more have also gone – I’ve messaged the
people who supposedly have them but my hopes aren’t high.
I’ve got all sorts of
things I could set up as trackables, but the tags with which you record them
cost a fiver. Spending a fiver on something which will just vanish… can’t be
arsed.
Despite the weather
forecast we took the dogs for a little walk. First of all into the town centre;
there was a little shopping to be done. Treacle screamed as "er indoors TM" vanished into the
bank for five minutes. She didn’t scream when I went into Boots.
From the town centre we
went on to Bockhanger for geo-reasons. Whilst we were there Fudge decided to
have a little dig at the base of a dead tree. As "er indoors TM" hunted for the
geocache I videoed what Fudge
was doing.
It made for entertaining viewing.
We came home via Greggs for Belgian buns for lunch.
Once home I gave the dogs a warm shower; for all that they
like a walk, it might have been a little cold for them today. And with them
warmed up we had lunch. The Belgian bun put back over half the calories I had
walked off earlier.
I spent much of the
afternoon doing C.P..P (dull) then
spent some time preparing a geo-puzzle to release on to the masses in the next
day or so. I hut hope the masses are grateful for it. Bearing in mind the
rather slow way they haven’t at all stampeded for the last film pot I put under
a rock I can’t see something needing serious brain-strain getting that much
interest but hope springs eternal.
We settled the hounds
and drove up to Faversham. Some friends had got married recently in Antigua (where’s that?) and tonight was the
wedding reception. It was a rather good party. The fish-and-chips buffet was a
wonderful idea, and I even threw some shapes on the dance floor.
Mind you it was a shame
that there weren’t more people drinking the red wine. The evening got rather
vague towards the end…
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