I got up after a better night. Mind you I got up to
find the toilet was making an odd noise. It does that from time to time, and in
its place I would probably do the same.
The cistern hadn’t filled because the water was
going straight down the pan. I fiddled with the thing and got it working, but I
wonder how long it will last?
Over brekkie I had a look at the Internet. Some
chap was posting on one of the local fishing-related Facebook pages bemoaning
the Carp Society. Apparently there is a “Carp
Society” and once a year it has a big get-together. One of
the highlights is when those who’ve caught the biggest fish tell everyone else
about what they caught. But it would seem that this year’s show isn’t going to
be very well supported; mainly because no one likes listening to pompous
windbags banging on about how good they are at fishing when the truth of the
matter is that they weren’t any better; they were just luckier.
As I scoffed, someone who lives on Park Farm was
posting on the local geocaching pages asking what Wherigo was all about. I hope
I explained it properly; for a high-tech hobby, Wherigo takes some explaining.
In the meantime the dogs played tug o’ war with an
old sock. Mind you Treacle cheated; with both dogs pulling the sock with their
teeth, she put her paw on Fudge’s nose and pushed.
It was good to see them playing; it was only when "er
indoors TM"
posted a video (on Facebook) last night of them playing that I realised
that Fudge hasn’t played with Treacle for months. Was it because the insidious
onset of the kidney problem was making him feel ill? I’m taking this playing as
a sign that the new diet and medicines are working.
"er
indoors TM"
popped up to town. Her intention was to shove the broken food mixer up the bum
of the shopkeeper from whom she’s bought it. I wrote up a little more CPD
whilst the dogs played tug o’ war with a pair of "er indoors TM"’s
less racy undercrackers.
I
managed ten minutes CPD before losing interest, then had a little root on-line.
A couple of weeks ago I built a Lego Cadillac, Someone had posted a
piccie on-line of the same car; only blue. I had a plan I might make one out of
my spares, but I wasn’t sure how many bits I’d need before I went rummaging in
my spares box. Mind you, five minutes on
Google came up with this website. Now I know what to
rummage for, and what to order from eBay. I ordered quite a bit…
We drove out to Park Farm. There had been talk of
going out for a walk near Sevenoaks, or on the Romney Marsh. But with the
weather being as iffy as it has been we thought staying relatively close to
shelter wouldn’t be a bad idea. We arrived early, and as we waited for everyone
to arrive we listened to local radio, This has become something of a standing
joke for us; the Saturday morning local radio is -um- -yeah- (gasps for air) something that -um- has to be heard – yeah- to be (gasps for air) to be – um- believed.
We met Karl, Tracey and Charlotte at Sheepfold Lane
and played the James Bond Wherigo that I created last week. We had a rather
good walk, and as we walked Tracey worked out how to get street maps onto the
Wherigo app. I’ve been creating Wherigos for six years and for all of that time
I thought that this would be an amazing thing to have. I learned something
today.
With Wherigo Wherigo-ed we adjourned to the
Singleton Barn for a spot of lunch. A few beers and some beef sandwiches went
down very well. As we put the world to rights so the heavens opened; we were
right to have stayed local today.
"er
indoors TM"
dropped me and the dogs at home; she’d had a message that new food mixers had
arrived in Argos. We came in and put the kettle on; "er indoors TM"
arrived soon after with another food mixer that didn’t work.
The plan
had been to go to Hastings bonfire parade tonight, but with the dodgy weather
forecast and having an early start tomorrow, we thought better of it.
I would
have liked to have gone to the bonfire parade, but it makes for a late night…
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