I had a terrible
night’s sleep. "er
indoors TM"
and the puppy had declared a truce and were both quiet, but still I saw every
hour of the night; finally nodding off half an hour before the alarm squawked.
Over brekkie I had a look at the Internet. I like looking
at Facebook because I can be nosey. I can see what people have been getting up
to. Today people continued to wash their dirty linen in public. Some of it was
entertaining; some of it rather sad. There is nothing as entertaining as other
people, is there? Meanwhile, I was seemingly bombarded with adverts about “All Natural Potty Pods”. I must admit I
neither know no care what an “All Natural
Potty Pod” is. I did a little research – I *think* it is something to do with how hippies clean their chodbins.
Facebook also told me that my download was ready. Yesterday
there was a *lot* of fuss on Facebook
about just how much personal information Facebook was storing on individual
people. You can download a copy of what they have to see what they have found
out about you. I have done just that; it is a *lot* of information – nearly three gigabytes worth of the stuff.
And every single bit of it is stuff that I put up myself. I can’t see what all
the fuss is about. So what if Facebook are keeping a record of everything I’ve
done on their website? Is what I did and where I went ten years ago any great
secret? If I have anything I want to keep quiet, I don’t use social media to
broadcast it to the world.
I can’t help but think that having a permanent record of
your life mightn’t be a bad thing. Given the cases of Rolf Harris and Jimmy
Saville when people made allegations going back twenty or more years, this
might be a way of coming up with evidence (one
way or the other) about what happened so long ago that everyone has
forgotten about it.
I programmed “Hannah”, we got the leads on to the
dogs, and set off to Bobbing. We’d heard through the grape vine that there
might be a new geo-series in the general area, and the rumours were correct. We
found a couple of dozen hunters of Tupperware who had heard the same gossip,
and as our phones went mad with emails about the new series we realized the
gossip was correct.
Realising there were
too many of us to play the game, we spilt into two teams, and set off on the
new geo-series in opposite directions.
We had a rather good
walk; it is always good to meet up with friends. As we walked we met horses and
sheep, and some hills. We’ve not done many serious walks this year and I
struggled with the “up”. And having
divided our forces it was good to meet up half-way for lunch, and again at the
end of the walk in the Three Tuns where we had a rather good pint of mild, a
very impressive pint of “real lager”
and (arguably) too much port.
I took nearly a hundred photos today…
I slept most of the way
home. Once home the dogs had a good bath; both were filthy. "er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner (as she does)
and as the dogs snored I turned the telly on. An episode of “Still Game” was good, then the last
episode of the current season of Jamestown. Jamestown is a strange show; in two
seasons very little has happened other than Jocelyn’s bosom has heaved quite a
bit. You would think that a show would need more of a plot than that, wouldn’t
you? No? I suppose it doesn’t really *need*
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