There was so much I
could have done last night; I had several offers, but I turned them all down. I
was feeling rather rough so I stayed in and did the ironing.
I woke feeling marginally
better that when I went to sleep last night, but still spent much of the day
feeling iffy.
I got up and saw it was
raining. Rain had been forecast, and we’d cancelled our plans because of the
rain. On the one hand I was glad that we’d not cancelled for no reason. On the
other hand I’d rather it wasn’t raining so we could have gone out. It had been
dry all week; did it *really* have to
be so wet today?
I sparked up my lap-top
and had a look to see what I’d missed. A friend was having a birthday today.
Facebook told me she was thirty-four. I’d often wondered – she could be
anything from nineteen to forty, but I didn’t like to ask.
I also saw something
which was a sad sign of our times. Today’s Mail on Sunday was running a
feature on Andrew Beattie. The article’s headline was “Meet the man who’s aiming to earn £60k just
for flying kites”. A rather sensational headline. I know Andrew Beattie –
he’s on my Facebook list. He is laughing about the article because the headline
was entirely made up.
Don’t believe what you
read…
I then spent a while
going through my finances. I like to check that what appears on my bank
statements is something I’ve actually spent. Over the years I’ve not found
anything that I’ve been billed for in error, but there have been a couple of
things that I’ve spent money on for which I’ve never been charged (a tankful of petrol and a round of drinks).
The job of checking my
accounts would be easier if the credit card receipts were produced in some sort
of standard format rather than every business seeming to have made up its own
design.
This month I found a
little surprise waiting for me in the details of the accounts. Perhaps I’m
naïve, but I didn’t realise that I would have to pay a transaction fee every
time I used my credit card when we were abroad a couple of weeks ago. I used the
card five time on just under a hundred and fifty quid’s worth of stuff, and got
billed nearly a fiver for the privilege. Bearing in mind I wasted fifteen
minutes on a *very* frustrating call
to the bank before I went on this trip you think they might have warned me.
With the rain still
falling I thought I might as well muck out the fish pond filter. It wasn’t *that* mucky, but it still stank. It took
an hour, and with the thing back in place I saw the rain had slackened off to a
medium monsoon. So with nothing else on the agenda I got out some secateurs and
cut back quite a bit of the roses and clematis flowing over the fence from
not-so-nice-next-door. I got two dustbin-fulls before the novelty wore off. I
then tidied as best I could before the rain got too much for me.
Over lunch I looked at the
geo-plan for a couple of weeks’ time. It has been suggested we go on a wander
round the firehills of Hastings. I’ve solved a few puzzles in the area, but the
caches there look rather spaced out and have some serious hills on the way.
Still, it will be better than sitting indoors looking at the rain.
Seeing how the rain had
stopped I popped the leads onto the dogs and took them out. I got as far as the
co-op field before the rain started again. Within seconds I was soaked, but
faced with the option of going home or carrying on I decided to carry on.
Despite being soaked to the bone we had a rather good walk. Not many other
people were braving the elements, but we did meet one other dog walker. It was
a shame that Fudge had to pick a fight with his Alsatian.
As we walked round the
park yesterday I saw that a tree had fallen and blocked the path by the dog
beach. Today (less than a day later)
the council were out removing the fallen tree. They were out and working on a
wet Sunday; I was impressed.
With walk done I put on
dry clothes and spent a little more time looking at that walk in Hastings. With
a little genius and a little “non-standard-puzzle-solving”
I’ve got a route of about thirty geocaches sorted. All I need now is to find a
better parking spot – the suggested parking place is at the highest point on
the walk. I’d rather walk down to the end, not climb up to it.
And today was something
of the end of an era – the last of the current series of “Poldark”. Whilst I expect I will watch the new series when it comes
out (if only for Demelza’s heaving thingies)
I can’t help but wonder if the BBC are flogging a dead horse. The show’s
reached a natural finishing point.
Time will tell – it always
does.
Today has been rather
dull…
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