I
did have another early night last night. I slept like a log until I was licked
awake at quarter past eight by one of my favourite ladies. It was a shame that
the licks were dog food flavoured, but you can’t have everything.
I
came downstairs to find "er indoors TM" on the phone. She hurt her foot a
while back. It hasn’t got any better, and so a visit to the doc would be in
order. She had phoned them at one second to eight to find the place closed. She
re-dialed, and in that short time they had turned on the phones and she was
twenty-third in the queue. By the time I’d got up she was down to sixteenth in
the queue. I was reminded of my old GP in Hastings. He had appointments in the
afternoons and evenings, but in the morning you just turned up before eight
o’clock. On the stroke of eight o’clock the doors were opened, everyone walked
in, and the doors were closed. He would then spend the morning dealing with
everyone who’d walked in at eight o’clock.
And they try to make cuts
to the NHS budget…
I
made toast and had a look at the Internet. There was a lot of talk about last
night’s broadcast of the BBC’s remake of the classic “War
of the Worlds”; most of it being rather negative. I’ve recorded the show… I expect I
shall watch it at some stage. I tried to see more of what had happened on-line
but Treacle climbed on to the back of the sofa and dabbed at my head
continuously; telling me it was walkies time.
Seeing
that a new geocache had gone live I drove out to Rodmersham to see if I might
get the First to Find. I was beaten by half an hour.
As
I was about to do the secret geo-rituals a land rover pulled up and some bloke
asked if he could help me. I said he couldn’t. He demanded to know what I was
doing; I told him I was minding my own business on a public right of way. He
wasn’t happy with this at all, but he grudgingly accepted my lie that I’d
stopped for a tiddle. I suspect that if this bloke carries on watching
passers-by, then this cache’s life might not be that long.
We
drove on to Kings Wood. I opened the boot to find one or more of the dogs had
been sick. There was a lot of dog vom.
We
had a good walk; Kings Wood is a good place to walk. However there was a mild
frustration. We’d chosen to walk in Kings Wood as one of my geocaches hidden
there had a “Needs Maintenance” log on it.
The paper log inside was supposedly wet. If I’d found a wet log I’d have
replaced it myself, but that’s just me…
As
the crow flies, that film pot was a mile from the car park. As the dog wanders,
the round trip from the car to the cache and back was probably close on three
miles. We got to the geocache to find there was absolutely nothing wrong with
it.
Ho
hum…
We
came home; I washed the dogs, then washed the last of the dog sick out the back
of my car. Over a sandwich I then watched the first episode of the new series
of “The
Crown” – it has “Gavin” out of “Trollied” playing
Harold Wilson.
Seeing
the dogs were all snoring I slipped out to do some Christmas shopping. Bearing
in mind that "er indoors TM" has got seriously into crafting
recently I thought I might visit the craft shop on the road to Faversham to get
some pressies for her. We drive past it so often…
I drove the ten-mile
journey only to find it doesn’t open on Mondays. But I took a circuitous route
home and got a couple of bits and bobs.
I
wasn’t home that long before "er indoors TM" came home. She boiled up a rather
good bit of gammon and chips and then went bowling. I sorted out the ironing whilst
wasthing more of “The Crown” on Netflix.
For a rostered day off, I
haven’t stopped…
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