Despite a rather vivid dream in
which I was sunbathing in the light of an exploded Betelgeuse (it’s a star!) I had a rather
good night’s kip.
Over a bowl of granola I watched
an episode of “Extreme Catches” on the Discovery Shed channel in which some gung-ho American bloke
was trying to catch a Goliath Grouper (it’s a
fish) by sticking a rather enormous other fish on a
hook on the end of a length of rope. The implication was that fishing rods were
for puffs. From the experience of being the sort of puff that uses a fishing
rod all I can say is that I don’t get the sort of rope burns that this chap
got. And for all of the fellow’s trash talking he ended up with a fish which
was about a quarter of the weight that he was bragging that he was going to
catch.
"er indoors TM" got up (half
an hour late!) and capped four bouncers out of the tree house in the
garden. (it’s a Munzee thing – you don’t get this from a film pot under a
rock!) and then proceeded to message me about it from the toilet.
I then had a little look at the Internet and found myself
embroiled in a squabble on one of the geocaching pages. Some woman was saying
how a GPS unit is far superior to a phone’s GPS abilities, and was also saying
that there was no discernible difference between the two devices. When I
pointed out the fallacy of this standpoint she told me that we should agree to
disagree. When I pointed out that I wasn’t sure what we were disagreeing about
she got arsey.
I took the dogs for a walk. We
hadn’t got far when the heavens opened, but for no explicable reason I decided
to continue with the walk. As we went through Bowen’s Field we met some idiot
teenager. Rather than just ignoring the dogs she waved her arms about then
froze like a statue in a very strange posture whilst making an odd whimpering
noise. Of course the dogs were rather upset by this and barked, which just made
the girl worse. I shouted at the dogs and they walked on, shouting over their
shoulders as they went.
What is it with children and
dogs? Don’t schools teach them to just ignore them? If they don’t like dogs,
why do they act in such a way as to provoke a reaction?
Having been upset by this little
episode, Pogo then had a barking fit at the next dog we saw.
By the time we came home there
was glorious sunshine.
I watched an episode of “Schitt’s Creek” then with the dogs
settled I set off vaguely work-wards. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
talking about the death of Derek
Fowlds and mentioned his roles in "Yes
Minister" and "Heartbeat". Oddly no one remembered him being in the Basil Brush show. I
first saw the chap on telly as Basil Brush's sidekick "Mister Derek", and after
remembering this I spent the rest of the day with the song "Bulldog Basil - the Secret Service Man" stuck in my head.
Making better
time that I thought, I would I had a few moments to spare and so had a llittle
Munzee adventure on the way. Munzees are stuck on lamp posts and street signs
and consequently lend themselves to little pre-work adventures far more so that
geocaches do (which are usually
stashed under rocks in swamps at this time of year). I had my little adventure (as I do), then went in to work.
I got to work; I had fish and
chips for dinner. The work's canteen is rather good. And, as is always the case
when on the late shift, the day was effectively done by mid-day…
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