I
woke to find both dogs on the bed, but by the time I was ready to shovel toast
down my neck Fudge had decamped to the sofa from where he looked at me with a
rather hopeful expression. Did he want a cuddle, or did he want toast? He got (and seemed happy with) both.
I
watched the last episode of "The
Mighty Boosh"; it was rather good. Another triumph for my Netflix
subscription; "Still Game",
"Red Dwarf", "Gotham", "The Good Place",
"Lost in Space, "Star Trek: Discovery", "Monkey",
"Peaky Blinders" and quite a few films too... not bad for under a
tenner a month.
I
wonder what I shall watch next.
Not
a lot had happened on Facebook overnight for once; but I had half a dozen
emails that wound me up a tad. I have
several geocaches that I've hidden. I don't look after them as well as some
people do; I rely on people to log on-line if there is an issue. This morning I
had emails telling me all was well with six of my hides. But then I looked at
the date of the finds. These emails referred to find which had been made last August,
but which the finder had only got round to logging yesterday. This can be
misleading. So... all was well last summer. Had they gone missing in the
meantime a late log might trick me into thinking that there was no problem when
in fact there was.
There
are a lot of people who are behind with
their logging, but a while nine months behind? The silly game of geocaching is
about finding sandwich boxes in the woods and logging that you've done so. Why
only do half the job?
Once
I'd finished ranting (not that Fudge was
listening to me) I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio
were talking about the latest conflict in the Middle East. They were
interviewing some chap from one of the factions who gave a solid five minutes
tirade in which he did nothing but spewed racist hatred harping on about
grievances from lifetimes ago.
He
was then followed by someone else with an interest in the area who said that
"her country demanded blood".
I
don't understand what is wrong in the Middle East, or any of the issues, but it
*really* does seem that everyone there wants nothing more than a bare-knuckle
fist fight with everyone else.
I
stopped off in Sissinghurst for a little morning walk. There are two geocaches
along a track I thought I might hunt out. One eventually emerged (literally);
it had been rather seriously buried and looked as though it hadn't seen the
light of day for some time. However (despite
its interment) it was dry inside (unlike
yesterday's find).
The
other eluded me; I've asked for clues. I may well go back.
I
got to work and did my bit. And came home again.
Last
week I enrolled in a course "The
Science of Beer". I've given up with it. The course was incredibly
simplistic; having post-graduate level qualifications I found I struggled to be
treated at the primary school level. Instead I've gone back to my old favourite
for on-line education: Coursera. I've signed up for a month of cryptography.
I've already got a degree in maths so that might help, and a *lot* of geo-puzzles are based on codes
and ciphers. I wonder how this one will pan out…
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