I didn't have a good night; I spent much of it refereeing
Treacle who was trying to fight with anyone who was up for it.
I eventually nodded off only find that I was sleeping most uncomfortably
so as not to disturb Fudge. I couldn't get comfortable without waking him, so
I gave up and went downstairs. I found I woke "er indoors TM"
who had gone downstairs an hour or so earlier to get away from the commotion
that Treacle and Pogo were kicking up. I did find it rather amusing that
both Treacle and Pogo had followed her downstairs...
I watched an episode of "Russian Doll" as I scoffed brekkie, and seeing it was still
incredibly early I thought I might have time to go hunt out that geocache that
went live yesterday morning.
There wasn't that much ice to scrape from my car this
morning. As I drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about how
trials are starting in Spain today. Those responsible for the uprising in
Catalonia a couple of years ago are having their day in court. Except
for the former Catalan leader Carles Puigdemont who is still
on the run in Belgium. I say "on the run": he's not doing much running. He's been quite
openly going round Europe trying to persuade public opinion to back his
cause.
The whole thing is rather odd; co-operation of legal and
police systems across Europe is one of the (many) reasons given for remaining in the European Union, and here
we are with one European partner refusing to extradite a wanted fugitive
to another. What's that all about?
There was a lot of talk about how the Prime Minister is
planning to resign
in the summer once the current Brexit row has passed. The theory
being that if she resigns she can have some say on who takes over whereas if
she is ousted she cannot. Those in the know feel this is her best chance
of preventing Boris Johnson getting into Number 10.
There was also talk about how well she is doing in
the opinion polls.
Doesn't this speak volumes that despite having made such a
monumental balls-up of the most important thing to happen to the UK since the
last war, the electorate *still* see
her as preferable to Jeremy Corbyn. Either Corbyn is
utterly incompetent, or he has upset every journalist in the country.
Either way he is certainly not the leader of the opposition that our country
needs right now.
I eventually got out to the little village of Frant and
pulled up. My phone said I was only fifty yards from the Tupperware I sought,
and it also said that no one had yet logged a find on it. No find in the first
twenty-four hours? That's unheard of. Part of me was expecting to find someone
had signed the paper log and was playing silly beggars. Some hunters of
Tupperware do that - they find the thing and sign the paper log but don't log
the thing on-line until at least one other person has wasted a journey hunting
the First to Find. A few caches had gone live in the area last week and the
first person to find the things had waited a day before telling the world about
it. I wish people wouldn't do that. I'd actually planned out a little
bitter diatribe to post on-line if this was the case, but I'd been thinking
the worst of my fellow Tupperware-hunters. I was the first one to find the
thing this morning. Happy dance. That's now two hundred and forty First to
Finds to my credit. Not too shabby at all, really.
As I did the secret geo-rituals I saw that i was being
watched from a nearby house. I smiled sweetly at the normal people who were
looking at me whilst having their breakfast. I don't think they realised what I
was doing, but this cache is on a main road and will make for a quick easy
find. I suspect a lot of people will be stopping off. I wonder if those
normal people will go have a look-see to find out what the attraction just
outside their garden is.
I got to work, hid as best I could, and came home again.
"er indoors TM" boiled up rather good bit of scran, and as we watched
it we watched the Netflix documentary about the Fyre festival. I though
the thing was a spoof. It actually happened ?
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