Over
brekkie as I checked my emails I was amazed to see the people with whom I do my
diet stuff (myfitnesspal.com) had
sent me an urgent email. They have been the victims of a cyber-attack; all my
data is at risk, and they urged me to change my password immediately.
Really?
Does
anyone care what I’ve been eating over the last few weeks? Is my weight *such* a secret? Bearing in mind there
are far riper targets like banks and building societies, who on Earth would
launch an attack on a dieting website?
We looked at the
weather forecast, and looked out of the window, and decided to take a chance.
We got ourselves and the dogs organised and drove out to Doddington where we
met up with Noelle, Ian, Sarah and Dick. We got boots and gaiters on, and set
off on the newly published SVFX (say it
out loud) series of geocaches. We were beaten to the first two, but at the
third cache we met a new friend. Our new pal Trevor thought there were other
geocachers doing the walk, and he thought he’d wait for us to catch up and walk
with us. I think he was glad he did; is hunting Tupperware *such* a well-kept secret?
We had a very good
walk. Bearing in mind Fudge’s running off after pheasants last week, he stayed
on the lead today. As we walked we net friendly horses, we found a flood, we
had cakes and hot cross buns, and over twenty joint First to Finds too
The weather forecast
gave a thirty per cent chance of rain for the morning; we got most of the way
round before the drizzle started. But when it did, it was that fine rain; the
sort of rain that you don’t think it’s worth putting a coat on for… and
suddenly you realise you are soaked. I was rather sodden when we got to the pub
for the Good Friday geo-meet.
The meet itself was
excellent. We had a bar to ourselves; the resident normal people soon left, and
the dogs were allowed off their leads. There was a minor incident when Treacle
went off behind the bar in pursuit of the pub cat, but she was soon captured.
There was a rather good stout on at the bar (I had four pints). "er indoors TM" had cheesy
chips; I shared a pork pie with my dogs and then had a pickled egg to myself.
Talking Tupperware with
like-minded friends is always good.
I took several photos.
We came home via Pets
at Home where we met the sweetest little puppy. Once home we all of us dozed in
front of the telly. Fish and chips for tea (it
*is* a Friday) and then the SU2C Bake Off on the telly.
As we watched the telly,
Treacle was having rather vivid dreams. Hove you ever watched a dog dreaming?
It can be rather sweet…
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