The dogs slept well, but I didn’t. I woke a
couple of times every hour with the most intense headaches. What was that all
about?
I
came downstairs to a sea of turds. Poor Sid doesn’t like being shut out of the
carpeted areas at night, but we have little choice. I sent him outside where he
tiddled like a thing possessed; fortunately it is only dung with which he has
problems. The joy of dogs…
I opened my Lego Advent Calendar and had another “WTF” moment, then made toast. I opened a fresh pot of margarine as Pogo ate the last one last night, then sparked up my lap-top. I had a message to tell me I’d been tagged in a post on the national geocaching page. There is a problem in that some trackable codes have been made public on a spoiler list. Something similar happened to me a while ago. There is a chap in Australia who delights in doing this. He either thinks he is providing a public service by giving these spoilers, or he gets off on the reactions he sparks on various Internet forums. In the past I used to rise to the bait with the best of them. Today I don’t even follow that page anymore.
Facebook told me a friend had a birthday today… I suppose he did, but he died last January. Did you know that Facebook allows you to assign someone who can pull the plug on your Facebook account when you die? I wonder what happens to all the other accounts – do they just stay there for evermore? I suppose (if nothing else) they are a little keepsake.
I programmed “Hannah” for the day, we got ourselves organised, and drove out to the middle of nowhere.
Earlier in the year I hid a series of geocaches which really were out in the sticks, and I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to see if they were still there. Following tier three rules we met Karl, Tracey and Charlotte who helped us do a geo-maintenance run.
We had a mostly good walk; it was certainly a lot muddier than when I put the series out in July. And there were a lot more pheasants too. Treacle got rather over-excited about them, and Fudge went missing for half an hour in pursuit of them. Amazingly Pogo is fast becoming the best behaved of the three.
Geocache-wise it was an eye-opener. Having put the caches out myself, quite a few had moved to different locations. Maybe only a few feet away from where I’d left them but had definitely moved. And half a dozen had been replaced. There are those who would lay eggs about that, and rightly so since according to the rules people shouldn’t do that, but I wish I knew who had replaced them so I could thank them. Each replaced geocache represented a journey I didn’t have to make to go out to replace it myself.
And knowing where they were all supposed to be certainly made for a quicker walk.
I took a few photos as we walked. Once home the dogs had a bath (they were filthy), and I posted photos to the Internet and amended some of the cache descriptions from how I’d created them to how they have become.
I phoned my mum… she’s not at all well. She’s bearing up well bearing in mind how ill she is. Like pretty much everyone else she has no understanding of what I do at work and assumes I am some sort of doctor (I am NOT!), and she asked me how long I thought she had left.
How do you answer that?
"er indoors TM" boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the third episode of “Raised By Wolves” – a rather good sci-fi series. I won’t give any spoilers, but it is rather reminiscent of Earth 2 and BattleStar Galactica.
It was rather good to have dinner without an audience. Rather then scrounging, all dogs were fast asleep. Today’s walk has rather worn them all out.
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