I got up just after half past eight – having had "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" come to stay had been tiring.
There wasn’t much that had happened overnight on Facebook, but I had a couple
of emails that boiled my piss. One was a log on my Earthcache at Dungeness. An
Earthcache is a little geography lesson. To qualify for this one you have to
basically compare how far the tide goes out at Greatstone and compare it with
how far it goes out at Dungeness. Someone from Germany had claimed a find, but
from the answers they sent me (there’s an
element of doing your homework involved) I’m rather sure they weren’t ever
there. I’ve messaged them (twice),
and will do so again if they don’t reply, but if I get no answer within a week
I shall take the ultimate step of deleting their log. “Deleting a log” is akin to being expelled from school or bsing
dishonourably discharged. It is the ultimate bad in hunting Tupperware, and not
to be done lightly.
Interestingly
the person I’m suspecting has claimed nearly forty thousand finds. A couple of
years ago I found another “fraudulent”
found-it log from someone who was in the country’s top twenty finders.
Do
these people think that having such a high number of finds means the rules
don’t apply to them, or is this how they get such a high number of finds?
I
spent a little while pondering geo-puzzles with a view to going for a walk in a
couple of weeks time then we took the dogs round the park. The walk went off
far better than it usually does (which
was something of a result).
I
was interested to see a little van has set up selling teas and coffees; I
wonder if they have permission to do so? I heard from a fellow dog-walker that
a cup of coffee was three quid. We had far cheaper at home, and a Belgian bun
too.
As
I drove to work there was some travel program on the radio. It started off
about the failed mining projects in Mongolia and ended up with an article about
the mucky underwear industry of Albania.
This
then gave way to what was described as a beginner’s guide to economics but was
actually a rather disappointing platform for a failed economics graduate to
attempt (and fail) to be a stand-up
comedian.
As
I drove along the section of motorway from junction six to Junction five I had
to break sharply. A car (with
registration M131 NKH) was blundering all over the place seemingly unable
to choose a lane to be in. Having nearly side-swiped my car it then meandered
all over the place. I suspect it would have navigated a straighter line had the
driver been looking out of the window rather than conducting a physical fight
with the small child in the passenger seat.
Once
at work I went to the canteen and had chicken korma (and rice) with a yogurt
for afters. It would have been a much better meal had some woman not been
shrieking into her mobile phone at the other end of the room. Surely the whole
point of a mobile phone is that you don't need to shriek - the person who you
are phoning can hear you at quieter volumes - that's why we have phones?
I
went in to work for the late shift. I've always said that given the choice I
would rather have an early one, and even more so at weekends. As i did my bit I
sulked at the fine weather outside. So many friends were in Yorkshire for the
national geo-event there today. Whilst I probably wouldn't have gone, it would
have been good to have had the option.
I
did my bit, and just as I was walking out to go home my phone beeped. A new
geocache had gone live not two miles from work; and as an added bonus it was (almost) on the way home. After a little
farting about trying to find a footpath in the twilight I got to where I was
supposed to be at the same time as a LooneyDrew did. We had a joint First to
Find, and a little catch-up.
What
with a cheeky FTF and getting petrol I was home rather late this evening…
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