Yesterday evening I unearthed my
old astronomical web-cam. Sometime in February 2011 I spent a hundred and
thirty quid buying a web-cam that would fit into a telescope so’s I could fart
around taking photographs of things in space. It only took one frustrating
night shivering in the darkness for me to realise what hard work doing so could
be. And I only had to type “astronomical photograph” into Google to get
far better photos that I or anyone on Earth could ever get (because you can
get them direct from the Hubble space telescope). That web-cam has since
been lurking behind my sofa gathering dust for seven years. I dug it out and
dusted it off and had this naïve idea that I might sell it. Comparable things
are on eBay for over two hundred quid. Last night I put it on several local
selling pages, and this morning I woke to find it had garnered absolutely no
interest whatsoever.
Mind you I did manage to shift
it later. I shall squander the profit on a 1970s Lego café that I have had my
eye on for some time.
Over brekkie I read something on
one of the local Facebook community pages. Apparently a bunch of teenagers are
causing havoc round the town. As usual the police aren’t interested (one can’t
help but wonder why we have a police force); everyone is whinging and a
couple of people were advocating being vigilantes. I wonder if it will come to
that?
I had a look at the household
accounts. Could be better; could be worse. Either way flogging that web-cam
would be a bonus.
We drove round to collect "My Boy TM"
and together we all went to “Go Outdoors”.
Over the summer when I was looking for a trolley for my fishing gear no one was
selling them for under two hundred quid. But when he wants one, “Go Outdoors” are knocking them out at
sixty quid if you have a “Go Outdoors”
loyalty card. He doesn’t have one, but his dad does.
We also had a look at B&M
bargains as we were nearby. When I worked in Canterbury I was in that shop
several times each week. I quite miss the place; it is sort-of a budget version
of Aldi but with far more cheap tat that will end up in the dustbin.
The plan was to then drive on to Margate to see "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM", but with the most recent fruit of my loin
being poorly we came back to Ashford. First of all to Angling Direct where I
squandered some of my Christmas money on a rather good reel (for fishing). And then on to Brookfield
café for a very tasty bit of dinner. Mine was rather good. A mixed grill of all
sorts of meat… did I want chips or salad with it? Let me think…
I
think the nice lady in the café made a mistake – she only charged twenty quid
for the three of us. Something of a bargain.
We
came home and took the dogs round the park. We met several other dogs. There
was sniffing and playing but not a single fight (if you don’t count squirrels), which was something of a bonus.
There
were several children trying out their Christmas bikes and scooters with
varying degrees of success, the most entertaining of which was a four-year old
screaming “how do I get off this stupid
thing!”
With dogs walked I fell asleep
in front of the telly for an hour or so, then watched the classic film “Escape
to Victory” which I seem to watch at about his time every year. And with
telly watched I spent a little while going through a box of records that "er
indoors TM"
had found whilst tidying up. Bearing in mind we’ve not had a record player for
years they must all be rather old. But back when we did have a record player I would
play an LP once to record it on to tape cassette and then never play it again,
so they must be in good condition. I went onto Amazon and eBay to price them
up. It was rather odd – the ones I thought were crap were going for over a
tenner. The ones I rather liked weren’t selling at all. I’ve made an
album of albums. You never know – some might sell…
I’ve done some geo-sums for a
short stomp through the mud tomorrow… I wonder what’s on telly?
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