I
slept reasonably well; just as I was about to start scoffing my toast "er indoors TM" had a mini-rant.
A little while ago she and I spent an entire day setting up a series of
geocaches. With her being busy last weekend I walked it with Karl, Tracey,
Charlotte and the dogs on Sunday. There was one minor issue which was soon
rectified. Others have walked it and all seemed well. However I thought there
would be problems when earlier in the week “found
it” logs came in from a particular pair of hunters of Tupperware. And I was right. This morning "er
indoors TM" had emails of “found it” logs from the next person to walk round who was saying
how difficult it was to find the caches on the series.
My
piss boiled. They were *not* supposed
to be difficult. The golden rule of hiding a film pot under a rock is to put it
back as you find it. I’ve been out walking before, found several caches, had
this pair overtake me, and suddenly what was a two-second find becomes
searching for a needle in a haystack.
Oh
well… Rather than going to bed tomorrow after the night shift I might just walk
the eight miles and put all thirty-three caches back as they are supposed to
be.
Mind
you I did snigger when I read Facebook. There are several people I keep on my “friends” list purely for the
entertainment value of the drama and attention-seeking. This morning one of
them was clearly “in lurve” and was
rather sickly in singing the praises of whoever it was whose turn it was to be
her boyfriend this week. I’m now waiting for her bitter rants about this same
person which will surely come in the next week.
I
took the dogs for a walk round the park. It was rather dull and foggy this
morning. As we walked I saw OrangeHead and her posse. Bearing in mind
yesterday’s debacle I hid in the Chinese garden until they’d passed by. However
my attention was on OrangeHead’s posse; I should really have been watching to
see just what it was that the dogs had been scoffing; they had found something
rather disgusting on the floor and were yumming it up as quickly as they could
before I noticed.
As
we came past the playpark we saw a nutter. Some woman was using the children’s
climbing frame to do rather vigorous exercises whilst wearing a rather thick
rain coat and hijab. She smiled sweetly at the dogs; I hurried them along.
Nutters are one thing; nutters with a keep-fit fixation are *quite* another.
With
our walk done I mowed the lawn. It was probably far too wet to mow it, but as I
once said to our seriously mental neighbor “not-so-nice-next-door”,
I cut the grass at a time that suits me, because life is too precious to
schedule around gardening.
Talking
of our “seriously mental neighbor” I
found myself wondering about him. He’s not been seen for a couple of years now.
The police won’t tell me where he is… I wonder what he’s up to. I would guess
he’s either in a prison or a mental hospital. I wonder which.
I
put a hot water bottle into my bed, and watched some telly over a spot of
lunch. With the bed warmed for me I took myself off to bed for the afternoon
and found I couldn’t get anywhere near the warm bit as Treacle had made herself
*very* comfortable on top of it. But
I managed a few hours shut-eye.
"er indoors TM" should be home
soon. She says she’ll do an early dinner as I need to get to the motorway
before they close junction ten at eight o’clock.
Ideally
I wouldn’t have been on the night shift today what with it being our wedding
anniversary, but you can’t have everything…. Looking at my diary I did that
last year as well.
Thirty-two
years, eh?
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