I slept well, and woke feeling
hardly able to move. I didn’t think yesterday’s walk was *that*
strenuous?
Over brekkie I looked at
Facebook as I do most mornings. Very little was happening over there. In fact
I’d go so far as to say “absolutely sod all”. With the exception of one
wedding anniversary video and a couple of posts from a cousin I saw nothing but
adverts of stuff for sale in local selling groups. I have over five hundred and
fifty people on my friends list; I wish they would all post more stuff. I am
incredibly nosey and like to see what others are doing.
I sent out a couple of birthday
wishes, and then had a look at my emails. Linkedin had found a new friend for
me. My potential new buddy is a skilled business development manager at senior
level within both the private and public sector. He has proven operational and
product delivery experience with broad commercial expertise in all corporate
functions His specialties are business development, bid writing, economic development
presentation and communication… blah blah blah.
Does *anyone* take this bollox
seriously?
I wondered what on Earth
possessed the nice people at LinkedIn to chum me up with this bloke. Apparently
it was because we had one contact in common. This one contact was also someone
else I don’t know. I’m rather choosy about who I have as a friend on Facebook.
Perhaps I should be equally picky on LinkedIn?
I got the leads on to the dogs
and we went for a little drive. With only two unfound geocaches within seven
miles of home I thought I might hunt them down today.
I must admit that I approached
the first one with a degree of cynicism. It had been hidden in the name of a
scout group by someone who had only ever found twenty-six of the things, and
clearly hadn’t taken the time to re-read the cache description before
submitting it for publication. If they had they might have re-written the thing
into grammatically correct English and corrected the spelling mistakes. Am I
being pedantic? Not really. Reading a cache description which reads as though
the hider couldn’t be bothered to put in any effort hardly paints the hobby in
a good light. And any kind of word processing package will point out the
grammatic and spelling errors for you.
I found the cache easily enough.
It looked like an old bit of rubbish flung into a hedgerow. As an ex-scout
leader myself, I really wish scout groups wouldn’t get involved with
geocaching.
The second cache involved a
little walk but was easily found. It was a rather better hide, but was a tad
mildewed. They often are.
I now have only twelve unfound
geocaches within eight miles of home. I’m not sure if I want to go get those or
not.
We came home. The weather wasn’t
that special today. Mind you (on the plus side) this time last year I’d
been stranded in the snow overnight at work, and today Pogo had had another
drive out without being sick. Once home I got out the pressure-washer and gave
the front garden something of a scrub down. It needed doing. I also hosed the
fence between our house and not-so-nice next door. Most of the paint
came off. That will be something to put right in the not-too-distant future. As
I hosed the postie delivered the bill from the power company and the landing
net I bought from eBay on Monday.
I did have a plan to carry on
pressure-washing the back garden too, but my back gave me one or two twinges so
I gave up.
I drove up to the post office; I
had a parcel to collect. Lego is always good. However collecting parcels not
so. The sorting office is a little bit too far from home to carry bulky parcels
back. Unfortunately there is nowhere convenient to park. I parked up by the
sports centre and walked up having paid one pound fifty for ten minutes
parking. As I walked up to the sorting office I watched the traffic wardens
ticketing the cars that had parked on the double yellow lines outside. The road
there is plenty wide enough for cars to park; you really would think the
traffic wardens might be able to find a more constructive use of their time.
I stopped off at “Pets at
Home” to get a new light tube for the fish tank and got home to find it
broken. I went back to “Pets at Home” for a replacement. They didn’t
actually accuse me outright of having broken the thing, but the implication was
there.
Over a sandwich I watched the
first episode of “Titans”;
another Netflix thing which seems good so far, then as the dogs snored I looked
at my new Lego. I thought it was rather good – if you like that sort of thing.
Personally I do.
With Lego house built I then had
a look-see at the letter from the power company. They were putting the bill up
by about a hundred and fifty quid a year, but told me I could make savings by
going to a different tariff. I phoned the nice lady at the power company, agreed
to all the nonsense words she said, and I’m now paying four pounds a month less
than I was yesterday for leccie and gas. Isn’t it ridiculous? I’m still using
the same amount of the same stuff, but because I’ve done some purely
nonsensical paperwork-mentality exercise it is all now cheaper.
With "er indoors TM" off out with her
mates this evening, me and the dogs had kebab for tea. Or (to be precise) they had their usual tea then helped me eat my
kebab. As I scoffed I watched more episodes of “Titans”.
It’s got promise…
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