I slept well – when the dogs are settled, so is everyone
else.
Over brekkie I watched another episode of “F is for
Family” (which has improved over the last few episodes) then sparked
up the lap-top. Apart from my cousin having made a cake, very little had
happened on Facebook overnight; in fact the most exciting stuff on social media
this morning were the “likes” and comments on the videos that "er
indoors TM" had made on our dog walk yesterday. However,
despite my having unsubscribed from most of the local buying and selling groups
there were no end of adverts for stuff for sale locally. Facebook seems to be
fast becoming a rather chaotic version of eBay
I did have some emails though. Sixty-one “found it”
logs on geocaches that I’ve hidden over the last year. People are getting
something from my efforts, which is something of a result.
Yesterday I established that my GPS unit “Hannah” is
both accurate and precise (with less than one per cent error in fifty miles).
This morning I started the “drift” test. There is a theory that the
things just add distance whilst sitting still and doing nothing, so I turned it
on, sat it on the windowsill (where I would get a good GPS signal) and
left it whilst I went to work.
Eventually remembering where I'd parked
my car I set off to work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing
some head teacher or other who was expounding his views on how his school is
going to operate for the foreseeable future. Apparently the children will be
"safely apart" if not "socially distanced"
but this chap openly admitted that all of his plans will fall over if anyone
actually goes down with COVID-19.
Not so much planning for the future as
burying his head in the sand?
There was then an interview with Lord
Heseltine. He was big in government thirty years ago, and he's apparently
revitalized many of the northern cities. He was asked for his opinion on how
the government should repair the economy after lock-down. He then proceeded to waste ten minutes of
prime-time radio by making all sorts of unintelligible grunting noises (like
many upper-class twits make) rather than speaking understandable English
words.
I got to work; the new car park had
opened, and the security staff were herding people about. What is it with
security staff? I'm sure there must be some who are decent people and not
officious little bullies, but I've yet to meet any.
I did my bit, and with my bit done I
came home to an empty house. "er indoors TM" had
taken the dogs out, so I fed the fish (inside and out), fed the washing
machine, fed myself, and killed time until it was twelve hours after I’d set “Hannah”
going.
"er indoors TM" assures me that
she hadn’t been playing silly beggars. I suspected that the odometer would go
up a little just leaving the thing where it was. But only a little. I was
amazed to see that it thought it had travelled four and a half miles when in
fact it had gone nowhere.
Interestingly that’s adding (about) a third of a
mile an hour which (almost exactly) explains yesterday’s discrepancy
between what “Hannah” and Google’s estimates of my journey to work.
Whilst I waited for "er indoors TM"
to return I tuned into the weekly on-line geo-meet. It was good to catch up
with people.
"er indoors TM" boiled up a rather
god bit of scoff which we washed down with a half-way decent bottle of plonk
whilst watching “Fun With Dick
and Jane”’ a film I could distinctly remember as being far better than
it was.
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