Over
brekkie I watched more “Trailer Park Boys”
as the SkyPlus box didn’t seem to have recorded any “Thunderbirds Are Go” over the weekend. I do like that show – there
*really* are people who are as thick
as those in the show - and they are allowed to vote and do jury service…
As
I had my morning look at the Internet I saw something
which made me think. When I go geocaching I talk about “film pots under rocks”. That is
predominantly what I hunt out – a relatively easy find, and lots of them in a
series marking out a long walk. On the way to work I will look for slightly
different ones – isolated ones here or there. There are some caches though
which are much more difficult to find. Some have a trickier hide, some have a
more inaccessible location. Some are only accessible by boat along a river.
Some are twenty yards up a tree. Yesterday someone drowned whilst looking for
one which was hidden in a storm drain in Prague.
The
worrying thing is that if I saw there was one marked on the map, I’d not think
twice about clambering into a storm drain to see if I could find it.
I
had an email as I scoffed toast, and seeing there was a new geocache not six
miles from work I set off rather earlier than I might have done this morning.
As I drove up Brookfield Road I stopped off at the filling station up there.
Where the filling station on the ring road had the grannie with her admirers,
the filling station on Brookfield Road had someone on the till who I can only
describe as "vacant". No
smile, no conversation, clearly just there to take the money and bide her time
until she can go home. Mind you I suppose being this way doesn't encourage the
hangers-on that plague other filling stations.
Armed
with petrol I told the sat nav to set sail to this new geocache, and it did so.
Following previous episodes where I went wrong by not listening to the thing,
today I followed its instructions, and I soon found myself on the M26.
M26
?!
The
quickest route to this new cache (by
about five minutes) took me quite a few miles out of my way. I didn't
realise that it is actually faster for me to drive to Pembury via the M26 than
it is by taking a direct route. I might go twenty miles further, but I would do
the journey in less time.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were discussing President Trump's latest
antics. Over the weekend he was at an international summit where he effectively
stuck two fingers up at countries who over the years have been America's staunchest
allies.
Today
the idiot is planning his
upcoming summit with the North Korean leader Kim Jong Un.
The
Korean people being interviewed about his summit said that in their opinion the
difference between the two leaders in that Kim Jing Un does what he feels he *has* to do whereas Donald Trump does
what he *wants* to do.
A
subtle distinction.
I
find it ironic that American friends of mine spend quite a bit of their time
apologizing on behalf of their nation for what a twit they have elected as
President.
There
was also talk about the new measures introduced to protect doctors after the
Bawa-Garba case in which a
doctor was struck off after the death of a small child.
The
pundits on the radio wheeled on the mother of the child who died. Listening to
her was very sad. Clearly she was upset following the death of her son. Who
wouldn't be? But the right decision has been made. The unpleasant truth is that
ill people do die, and if lessons can be learned in such cases, then that is
some (very) small consolation.
I've
asked before what kind of a health service will we have in which all medical
professionals are absolutely terrified of litigation, and people would rather
work in McDonalds as the law suits would be less onerous?
Eventually
I got to where the geocache was hidden...
Oh
dear.
I
*really* should have read the
description *before* I left home. The
thing had been hidden by someone who had only ever found one of the things. And
it showed.
I
hesitate to say they didn't know what they were doing but the description spoke
of a tree at the end of a road. The given co-ordinates came to the middle of a
road. There were a few trees a dozen yards away, but none especially close. The
hint seemed to have some cryptic (meaningless?)
number puzzle. I had a cursory glance up a few trees which were within fifty
yards, then gave up and went on to work.
At
work I drew out my team for the works World Cup sweepstake. Apparently the
World Cup starts in two days time. It is a matter of the utmost indifference to
me, but it does boil my piss somewhat that football is such an arrogant game
that the fact that we are considering the *football*
World Cup is a distinction which doesn't need to be made.
I've
drawn "Peru". I didn't even
know Peru had a football team, let alone one which is good enough to get into
the World Cup.
I came home via a much
more direct route than I’d taken to work and got home just as "er indoors TM" was taking the
hounds out. We had a good walk, but there was an episode with a jogger. Like
most people these days this jogger had earphones in and so couldn’t hear anything.
He was so wrapped up with his music that he was oblivious to the world around
him, and nearly (but not quite) went
straight over the top of both dogs. The dogs saw it as an attack and nearly (but not quite) retaliated.
It could have been nasty…
I’ve just shared some stilton with my dogs. Both are
farting as though it is going out of fashion…
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