I slept like a log and was rather ambivalent to see a turd-free kitchen floor. When there are turds I know that Sid is empty, when there are not I know I will have to gather them once I’ve had a shave. I chivvied Sid out where he tiddled, and after my shave there were no turds. I saw that as a result. Mind you Sid was doing what I can only describe as his “arse carousel” in which he sits on his backside and spins like a merry-go-round with legs all over the place. He seems to enjoy doing that, and gets up to quite a speed. I wish he wouldn’t.
I made toast and peered into the Internet. Since I had a major departure from most of the groups I follow (a few days ago) Facebook was a much friendlier place. But still not without faults. I saw that Facebook had told me that I had been wrong to report a blatant advert by ladies of dubious morals who had been offering to “do the dirty deed” for financial gain. Apparently that advert didn’t breach their community standards even though just one click from that advert to you to graphic photographs of rather unhygienic activities. I then had a little look-see at my “Facebook support inbox”. Over the years I have reported pornography, cruelty to animals, hate speech and all sorts of other offensive posts that I have seen on Facebook. In every instance the Facebook Feds have told me that whatever it is doesn’t breach their community standards. However on a few occasions I have re-posted just the advert’s photo (*without* any links) with a “sort this out Facebook” comment, and each of those posts have earned me a formal warning from the Facebook Feds. On my last formal warning they gave me the option to have my case reviewed by their committee. Today I was told that their committee had too many cases to review, and mine wasn’t selected for their scrutiny.
Ho hum…
I had a look at my emails. Over two hundred “found it” logs on geocaches that I have hidden. I’ve been told off a few times (admittedly in a good-natured way) that I don’t read these. I must admit I don’t. I really don’t have the time to do so.
I also saw a new puzzle cache had gone live on Monday. It seemed to be on the way to work (Pembury work) and bearing in mind I will be going there on Friday I thought that might break up my journey. I looked at the puzzle and had the right answer in (quite literally) less than a minute. I looked at the cache page again and saw no one had yet logged a find. Could I be the First to Find? I was going to take the dogs out anyway, so I got myself and the hounds organised and we drove out to… I won’t give spoilers by saying where, but we were soon at the designated parking spot. I was a little perturbed when I read a sign saying “please don’t park in front of this gate” but I managed to get the car off the road and not blocking the gate.
My plan had been to let the dogs run whilst I rummaged in the undergrowth, but on hearing pheasants I thought it best that they stayed on their leads. I rummaged for quite a while before finally finding what I was rummaging for. I really did take ten times longer (at least) to find the cache than I did to solve the puzzle. And I was first to find too… Result!!
With cache found I thought about walking on some more, but it was raining and Fudge was shivering so we came home.
As I drove the Reith Lecture was being broadcast on the radio. Ex-head honcho at the Bank of England Mark Carney was talking about economics. I’m no expert on the subject but he seemed to be contradicting himself. On the one hand he said that the country needs financial wizz-kids to make loads of money. On the other hand he also said that the country needs decent-minded people to ensure the poor don’t get pissed upon. But what is the incentive to get loads of money if you are only going to give it all away?
I got home and loaded the car with rubbish. "er indoors TM" had booked a slot at the tip for us today. We had knacked coats, broken gazebos, loads of assorted rubbish, and half a dozen bags of old carpet that we wanted rid of. I soon had the car full, and set off to the tip… far too early.
In this brave new world of coronageddon you have a time slot at the tip. You can’t get there early or late, and I was far too early. So I wasted time by replacing a missing geocache of mine, getting petrol, and doing some Munzee resuscitations on Hothfield Common whilst checking the place out as a venue for future dog walks.
I got to the tip and emptied the rubbish. Just as I was about to leave so a chap walked past with a Harris Hawk. I got chatting with him – he brings the hawk to the tip three times a week to scare off the seagulls that otherwise would infest the place. Apparently the hawk also has regular bookings at Sheerness docks and St Pancras railway station too.
I then dozed in front of the last episodes of “People Just Do Nothing” and stayed awake for the first two episodes of the new season of “Big Mouth” before telling the world about today’s Lego Advent adventure.
Today was a day’s leave – it was surprisingly busy.
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