I had an early night last night; I wasn't feeling
on top form. Despite some vivid nightmares about somewhere that I used to work
(that happens rather a lot) I slept well.
When I got up, three of our four resident dogs got
up with me and asked to go outside into the back garden. I thought they all
wanted a tiddle. They didn't. They all wanted to play silly beggars in the
rain. I gave then five minutes then rounded them all up.
Over brekkie I watched more "Black Mirror". Imagine if
you could make a copy of yourself to use as your personal
assistant/slave. Someone who already knows all your personal
preferences. Who better to know what you want, what you like? Wonderful
for you... not so good for the copy.
I then set off for work. Being International
Geocaching Day there was an e-souvenir to be had if you logged a find today. I
thought I might get a quick one on the way to work. After a detour of about
five miles I found one. It speaks volumes about the state of Kent's
road that I can travel up the A20 far quicker than I can get up the M20 at the
moment.
I’ve just had a look through my diary. Since I
started hunting under rocks for Tupperware I’ve worked on every International
Geocaching Day except the one in 2014.
As I drove the pundits on the radio spouted their
usual drivel. Jeremy Corbyn continued to make himself more and more
unelectable. Such a shame that he can't see it.
There was also talk of the Iranian oil tanker that
the Royal Marines seized a little while ago. The thing now has permission to
sail provided it doesn't go to Syria. The Americans are up in arms that it
might go to Syria. The Iranian government have given a written undertaking that
it won't Some chap on the radio this morning suggested that the Syrians haven't
got a harbour big enough for the tanker to dock. Haven't they? I don't know.
But it keeps the politicians squabbling with each other and distracted from
doing anything else.
I got to work; I considered going to the canteen
for second brekkie, but thought better of it. Instead I got on with that which
I couldn't avoid. The day wasn't bad.
Once home "er indoors TM" and I took all
four (!) dogs to Orlestone Woods. We had a rather good walk; with Sadie
along, Fudge didn’t straggle anything like he usually does. We did meet some
other dogs, but that passed off mostly without incident.
With the walk done "er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner and we scoffed it whilst watching a couple of
episodes of “Timeless”. I say “watching”; I slept through the
second one. I’m still feeling rather grim…
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