Treacle was restless last night, but I can’t really
complain. There is a world of difference between being woken a couple of times
and laying awake for hours.
Over brekkie I peered into the Internet as I do
most mornings. There were one or two things worth seeing, a couple of jokes
that were vaguely amusing, and no end of bitterness about American and Scottish
politics. I can’t see why people who live in Kent seem to concentrate so much
on the politics of other countries whilst ignoring the disasters running riot
in their own country.
I had an email from Amazon saying that based on
what I’d been looking at recently, I might want to buy a toy train set.
Amazon’s suggestions of what I might like are rather dubious. The other day I
typed “1970s Lego” into the Amazon search; maybe one in four of what came up was
actually 1970s Lego.
I got the dogs’ collars and leads on. That took
some doing. For all that they get very excited about going out, they flatly
refuse to be still to get their collars on. What could be done in ten seconds
takes five minutes as both charge around barking.
We drove out to Park Farm. Yesterday I amazed
myself in getting all the Wherigo programming done for my new Wherigo series.
This morning all that remained was final testing of the thing and putting out
the caches. The testing worked well. The caches got hidden as well as any film
pot can be stuffed under a rock. It was just a shame that the weather was
against us. Rain had been forecast, but I’d hoped we might be lucky.
We weren’t.
We were about a quarter of the way round when the
heavens opened. Because we’d started I decided to push on and finish, but we
were soaked through by the time we got back to the car.
We came home, and whilst we were still wet we went
into the garden to feed the fish. Or that is I went into the garden to feed the
fish. Fudge went into the garden to shout at the fish, and Treacle just
followed because she does.
We found the nice people from the water board were
in the garden sending submarines down the manhole to investigate next door’s
drains again. They seem to do that rather a lot.
I then spent a surprisingly long time making last
minute tweaks to the Wherigo stuff before telling the geo-feds all about it.
I had a sandwich, and as I did the ironing I
watched a film on Netflix. “The Space Between Us” was utter
tripe. I’ve seen some bad films in the past, but this was absolutely awful. An
astronaut leaves Earth bound for Mars only to find she is two months pregnant.
Really? Phone calls from Earth to Mars with no time delay at all. Really? It
was *so* bad that I watched
the lot just to see what would come next. If ever you get the chance to watch
it, don’t bother.
I then spent ten minutes rummaging in my Lego
spares boxes. At the weekend I’d seen a 1970s Lego car and caravan sell for
eighteen pounds. I thought that was a tad steep; after a few minutes digging
about in the spares box I made a virtually identical car and caravan.
Flushed with success I then watched the Christmas
episode of “Trailer Park Boys”. That was rather good.
"er
indoors TM"
came home, boiled up some dinner and went bowling. I watched the first part of
a documentary about Sir Ernest Shackleton; the bloke was rather amazing, wasn’t
he?
I should
really have an early night; I’m back to work tomorrow…
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