I slept
reasonably well; though some nights my CPAP machine does give me a sore nose. Last
night was one of them, and I did wake with a rather tender beak.
Over brekkie
I had a look at Facebook. It suggested I joined a group supposedly concerned
with traffic and travel in Kent. Bearing in mind the fun I’ve been having with
the M20 and A21 recently I thought that might be a good idea… I had a look at
the group. It was one big row about Brexit with neither side having the
faintest idea about what the thing was actually about. Why is it that seemingly
no one can get along without squabbling?
I saw that I
had received a message through LinkedIn. Someone called Adam Walker (who
apparently spends his time “bringing excitement to business through
motorsport”?) wanted to know if I had arranged my Christmas do yet and
wondered if I would like to zoom around Buckmore Park at high speeds. I had
another contact request from someone involved with the management of football
clubs in the South London area.
LinkedIn *really*
is rubbish. I’m told it is “Facebook for professionals” but the closest
I’ve ever come to any kind of professional contact is job agencies asking if I
want to take up jobs based hundreds of miles away.
I got the
leads on to the dogs, and we went out. Walking up the road was tricky. With the
“terrible twins” on the double-ended lead and Fudge on a “standard”
lead seemed a sensible proposition. But Fudge kept walking between the twins
and knotting all the leads together. I wish he wouldn’t do that.
It was good
to get to the park; what with longer working days last week and rain it is some
time since I’ve been up to the park. We had a rather good walk; mainly because
I watched Pogo like a hawk, and we kept well away from any other dogs which
were on leads.
When I used
to walk with just fudge it was delightful (mostly). When we added
Treacle it became more like hard work. But with three, it is fast becoming a
chore. Such a shame; Pogo is such a lovely dog. He’s loving, friendly, does as
he’s told, and absolutely *hates* any other dog he sees which is on a
lead.
With walk
done I settled the hounds (who were already fast asleep) and drove into
town. The roads round the town seemed bare without the Snow Dog statues. I had
to visit the bank quickly, and then with the bank banked I drove up to Platt's
Heath. The daughter of an old friend has moved there and we thought it would be
really fun if I just turned up unannounced as she gets really bored during the
daytime. I first met her when she was five years old; I've not seen her for
ages. Her face would be a picture when she saw me...
I turned up
to an empty house; she'd taken the baby out somewhere. Such a shame; I'd not
seen her for years and was looking forward to seeing the baby too.
From Platts
Heath I drove to Ditton. There is a geocache there that I've tried to find and
failed. Armed with a little hint I eventually found the thing today. This one
has a reputation for being hard to find... it wasn't *that* hard to find
really. It was just a very good hide but with the given co-ordinates being
about twelve metes out. But I found it - happy dance! I then spent a few
minutes watching the trout swim past in the nearby river.
Mind you the
happy mood soon ended at the petrol station. I'd got my petrol at the Aylesford
Sainsburys (still cheaper than Ashford) and was about to drive off when
some idiot woman flew through the forecourt, recklessly parked her car blocking
absolutely everyone in, and then took an age to fanny around getting her petrol
in her own sweet time. If any of my loyal readers know who drives the car SE07
OHY, please have a word.
As I was near
the place I then popped in to Sainsbury's. I got a couple of bottles of wine
and a Christmas cake. And a Christmas pudding too. The nice Sainsburys lady was
giving away free samples. I had a rather huge one and felt I should really have
one of her puddings. And buy a Christmas dessert too...
And so to
work. In the past I would have had McLunch. These days I go to the works
canteen. "Feathered steak" was rather good, and it set me up
for a rather busy shift…
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