I slept for ten hours last night. Probably the result of a
combination of my own bed and a CPAP machine. Leaving "er indoors TM"
and two dogs fast asleep I came downstairs where Fudge was equally out for the
count.
I had a shave in a sink which drained away a lot faster
than the last one I used, and set the washing machine going, then made myself
some brekkie. Two slices of toast has just been a starter these last few days.
As I scoffed toast I had a look at Facebook. Not a lot was
going on, but a new geocache had gone live five miles away. Some friends had
birthdays today; I sent out messages as I do. I wonder if they will walk eight
miles through the mud before scrubbing three filthy dogs and think they had a
rather good time (like I did).
I wasted far too long peering into the Internet. I hung wet
washing on the clothes horse, put Treacle’s harnesses in to scrub, and thought
I might just chase the First to Find on the new geocache. I was beaten by ten
minutes. Had I gone out right away I would have been first one there.
Mind you, as geocaches go, this one was amongst the oddest
I’ve ever seen. It was a medicine pot taped (upside-down) to a metal bar
and will probably not last a month. It had been put out by someone who had only
found two caches and (sadly) it showed. Mind you this is the way of the
noble and ancient art of hunting for film pots under rocks these days. Fewer
and fewer of the people with any experience are hiding the things. Those few
which are being hidden are by the inexperienced and are (sadly but frankly)
“on the crap side”.
We took the dogs round the park for a little walk. The walk
passed off reasonably well in that we didn’t end up in a barking match with any
other dogs, which is always something of a result. We came home for cheese on
toast, and I then filled out the questionnaire for Ashford Borough Council’s resident’s survey. I was one of ten
thousand lucky residents who had been chosen to share my views. The
questionnaire was odd. What did I think of this council service or that council
activity…? I had to tell them that I was blissfully unaware of much that the
council does. I got in a dig about the utterly inadequate street lighting, so I
suppose the questionnaire wasn’t a total waste of time.
The plan for the afternoon had been to collect "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM" and take him to the Museum of the Moon
exhibit
in Rochester cathedral, but he declared he didn’t want to go. So we just
delivered a birthday card and went to get dog food instead. As we drove down
the bypass so two boy racers flew past. We were travelling at forty miles per
hour; they must have been going at eighty. Just as I was about to swear about
them there was a frantic roar of sirens and flashing of blue lights. The car
behind us was an unmarked police car. It flew off after them and caught one of
them at the roundabout. Oh how I laughed.
With nothing else planned for the day, "er indoors TM"
announced she was going to do some cleaning. I could also have done some
cleaning. Instead I played Lego. The train which runs round my Lego world was
particularly noisy, and the battery cable was a bit of a mess. So I swapped out
the motor for a quieter one and re-built a carriage so as to hide the cable. It
looks a bit better – you can see it by clicking here. I think the next
stage will be to take out the clear Lego windows on that carriage and put in
some minifigure passengers.
As I Lego-ed my phone beeped. I had a message. Two weeks
ago I whinged here about my Adventure lab geocache. Having caught some Swedish
chap who’d blatantly cheated at it, I’d messaged him to ask him to delete his
shenanigans. I’d had no reply, but today he was running a geo-meet in Sweden. I
posted on there (for all the world to see) that if he was going to cheat
and log my adventure lab in Ashford from six hundred miles away, I was going to
log his meet from six hundred miles away too. Several other people followed my
lead, and we shamed the chap into deleting his cheat-ery.
All rather petty and trivial, but there it is.
I then spent a little while struggling with geo-puzzles.
Geo-puzzles are… I won’t say they are difficult. Calculus of imaginary numbers
is difficult. Geo-puzzles involve finding the most random of connections. There
was one I’ve been fighting with for years, and eventually today I asked a
friend for a pointer. It turned out that a puzzle supposedly about respiration,
breakfast, dogs and kites was actually about a toddler’s TV show.
This one was doubly frustrating in that the puzzle icon on
the map was quite close to somewhere that we will probably be walking in the
not too distant future. But the actual location (once solved) is over a
mile away. So there was a *lot* of brain-strain for a cache I will
probably never actually log.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a very
good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching this evening’s episode of “Doctor
Who”. I want to like the show, but I don’t actually like any of the main
characters in it at the moment. Perhaps I might have liked the episode if I’d
stayed awake for more of it?
And in closing today, did you know that Jens Nygaard
Knudsen, the chap who
created the Lego minifigures, has died?
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