I
woke with a headache at four o’clock. For some strange reason I thought that
having a very early shave might help. So I had a shave just as dawn was
breaking. Why on Earth did I think that having a shave would fix a headache? It
is no surprise that the shave didn’t affect the headache in any way.
I
went back to bed where I lay with a headache for a few hours before eventually
getting up.
Over
brekkie I had a look at the Internet as I do. It was much the same as it always
is.
Yesterday
I’d suggested (on Facebook) a walk
from home out to Bethersden for the beer festival. Having received absolutely
no interest whatsoever I knocked that idea on the head. Instead I got the lawn
mower out and spent a little while in the garden. I got the lawn sorted, then
spent some time cutting back the over growth from “not-so-nice next door”. I also lifted some of the membranes under
the gravel on that side of the garden and with a shovel cut the roots of the
shrubs which are growing under the fence and coming up in my garden. I was
tempted to put down some weed killer too, but thought better of the idea.
I
then spent five minutes putting up my nice new net curtains in the shed. They
look rather smart. All shed windows should have net curtains.
With
"er
indoors TM"
off out for the day I got the leads on to the dogs and we drove out to Great
Chart where one of my geocaches had gone missing. When you have a problematical
geocache, it is never the ones on the roadside that are being troublesome. It
is *always* the ones far from roads.
But it made for a good dog-walk.
Eventually
we got to where the cache was supposed to be. Sure enough it *had* gone missing. I replaced it. It was
a shame that the last few people in the area couldn’t have done that for me. I
carry a whole load of spares with me when I go hunting Tupperware, but for some
inexplicable reason, being helpful really is frowned up on in geo-circles.
Usually when we go for a major weekend walk I contact the person whose caches
we are going to hunt out to ask if there are any issues we might sort for them,
and generally I am met with bemused surprise. Some people even bluntly turn me
down. Can you believe that doing repairs and maintenance on poggered geocaches
without permission is a serious “no-no”?
I *really* don’t understand this.
Going out to replace a broken film pot under a rock costs time and money. Why
wouldn’t anyone want someone else to do it for them?
We
came home. I had a bite of lunch then set about painting up one or two bits in
the garden. Last weekend when I tidied the shed I found several new paint
brushes. Could I find them today? Eventually I found one and spent an hour
painting sleepers and boxes before cutting back more stuff flowing over the
fence from “not-so-nice next door”.
As
I pruned Mrs “not-so-nice next door”
walked up the garden and made a point of blanking me. Both dogs snarled at her.
Good dogs!
After
about five hours work in the garden I stopped and had a look at my efforts. For
all that the garden was tidy, it *really*
didn’t look like I’d spent five hours slaving away at it.
I
*hate* gardening. Some people love it.
For me it is just a chore.
With
"er
indoors TM"
off out with her mates this evening I got Netflix to play me a movie. “Oblivion”
used ideas which I’d seen in other sci-fi from “2001” to “Star Wars” (via
“Planet of the Apes”, “BattleStar Galactica” and “Terrahawks”), but for all that, it was
rather good. I’d recommend it, and for me that is high praise.
Being
bored I then spent half an hour writing
up CPD. I’m legally obliged to keep up to date with professional matters…
sometimes I wonder if anyone else does it in the same way that I do. What some
might call “plagiarism” I would call “collaboration”.
I
shall put the kettle on in a minute… "er indoors TM" left cake…
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