The first job of today was to apply the dogs’ flea
treatments. Pogo and Fudge weren’t at all bothered, but Treacle *hates* it. When she saw the packet she
ran away, tried to hide upstairs and flatly refused to come anywhere near us.
After a futile attempt to try to encourage her, we finally caught her in a
pincer movement.
With a neck full of “Advocate”
she then sulked.
As I scoffed my brekkie there wasn’t much kicking off on
Facebook for once. No squabbles, and the bare minimum of attention-seeking.
Rather dull really; that’ not why I look at the website at all. My in-box was
equally dull. I had one email. Go Outdoors offered me fifteen per cent off of
my next shopping trip there as a thank you for spending near on a hundred quid
with them last weekend. Having spent near on a hundred quid with them last
weekend I don’t think I’m going to be going back there any time soon. And their
offer ends in three weeks’ time. Ho hum…
I took the now-road-legal dogs for a walk round the
park. AS walks go it wasn’t one of the more successful ones. Whilst Fudge kept
up (mostly), Pogo was a pain in the glass (as "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" would say). He seems to have an
issue with other dogs that are on leads. Other dogs running round the park
loose are no problem; he’ll sniff them or ignore them or play with them. But (to him) another dog on a lead is an
invitation to a fight. It all became rather tiresome; I didn’t actually tell
the nice man with a dachshund to f… off in those exact words, but the sentiment
was certainly there.
I
got home with something of a sense of relief.
I played a
little Candy Crush Soda Saga in the vain hope that whilst I was hop e the
postman might arrive, I settled the dogs (who were all already fast asleep)
and set off.
With a little
time on my hands I thought I might take the scenic route to work via a geocache
or two. My first target was in Pluckley. I arrived to find a throng of normal
people swarming all around it, but they had all gone within minutes and I was
soon doing the happy dance. As one does. It was as well that the throng of
normal people had all shoved off as I would have looked rather daft doing the
happy dance with them swarming.
My second
target was at a (relatively) local airfield. The given directions had me
rather foxed. "PLEASE USE THESE DIRECTIONS" they read. ".....
Ahead of you is a gate with no public access. Go past this gate...".
Finding myself at a gate which clearly said "no public access" and aerodrome
staff telling me there was no public access I drove to the car park and went
the long way round. I eventually found what I was looking for, and a trackable
too. Finding a film pot under a rock is exciting enough; finding one with a
trackable in it is the biz!!... if you like that sort of thing. A surprising
amount of people don't.
My third
target was somewhere that I'd been before. On November 5th I wrote "...the
hint was "behind tree". The sat-nav took me straight to a large tree.
However behind this tree was a garden fence. And sitting in the garden was one
of the normal people who was watching me in the same way I might look at dog
poop on my shoe". I got to this tree easily enough today. The normal
person has moved a caravan up to within two feet of this tree, but it is on his
side of the fence. He was nowhere to be seen this morning so I slipped in and
found what I was looking for. I was the first person to have rummaged around
that tree in over a year - another resuscitation. Another happy dance.
My fourth
target eluded me. To find it I had to solve a puzzle and then look six feet up
a tree at the location the puzzle took me to. I'd obviously stuffed up solving
the puzzle as I found myself in a muddy field some fifty-four yards from the
nearest tree (I measured it!).
From here a
straight line to work took my right past the geocache I couldn't find
yesterday. Half an hour rummaging in the hedge to no avail yesterday - found in
less than ten seconds today.
I drove in to work where I took
off my boots and put on trainers. A shame I’d not got a matching pair, but I
don’t think anyone noticed. I had a rather good bit of cauliflower cheese for
dinner, and then did that which I couldn't avoid. Mind you it wasn't a bad day.
We had cake today. A pink cupcake. It was that sort of a day.
My hip hurts from walking round
in mis-matched trainers all afternoon and evening…
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