I slept like a log and woke full of energy and raring to go… at twenty past one. I then dozed fitfully for the rest of the night.
I watched another episode of “The Chair” as I scoffed toast, then sparked up the lap-top. Now that I’ve finally managed to install Microsoft Teams, that thing starts itself every time I turn the lap-top on. Having to keep turning it off – that is arse ache (!)
I had a look at the geo-map with a vague plan of finding a walk for the weekend. I might have found somewhere. And then I activated GSAK (it’s a geo-thing) to confirm a hunch. I’d not had any “Found it” logs all weekend on any of the geocache I’ve hidden. None. It seems that there were only fourteen new geocaches set up within thirty kilometres of home over the last month. Is the noble pursuit of hunting Tupperware dying on its arse? I wonder just how much longer this silly game had got left.
I had hoped to see photos of what people had been up to over the weekend. There were one or two, but for the most part arguments and lies abounded on Facebook, so I turned off the lap-top and got ready for work.
It was rather drizzly and overcast as I drove up the motorway, and was far busier than it had been at the same time yesterday. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the American evacuation was now complete and how the world is now waiting for all the terror attacks to start again. Perhaps they will. Perhaps the allied forces should have stayed in Afghanistan. But I can't help but wonder what the Americans think they are achieving by seemingly doing little other than involving themselves in leading the world in interfering in in other people's wars.
There was also a lot of talk about how dangerous the sport of rugby is. It would seem that playing rugby is causing serious and long-term brain damage to pretty much everyone who plays the game.
I got to work and did my bit. We had something of a busy day; not so much through workload as through a lot of people having taken leave today. I can understand wanting to take the week of a Bank Holiday off, shame about the weather though. I spent quite a bit of time today staring out of the window at a rather dismal day.
As I did that which I couldn't avoid my thoughts turned to a possible day out in London next week. Bearing in mind that the biggest issue would be getting there I had a look on-line and was quoted eighty-four quid for an off-peak return to Waterloo. Eighty-four quid!! So I phoned and spoke to a human who gave me a price of less than half of that.
With work done I came home via the railway station (as they will be the people making the final decision on train ticket prices) and they were at a loss to explain the quote of eighty-four quid. Maybe a trip to the wicked city might be happening next week.
I collected the dogs and took them up to the co-op field where we tried another game of “fetch”. This one was something of a disaster in that after the initial excitement Pogo refused to go more than ten yards to fetch a ball. So I would chuck a ball half a mile (with the ball-launcher) for Treacle, and as she vanished into the distance I would then lob another ball close enough so Pogo cold be bothered to go get it.
As we played so we got chatting with another dog-walker. Someone with whom I used to work many years ago. Ten, to be precise. Today marks ten years since the management at the local hospital stabbed me in the back and sent me packing (not that I’m bitter).
With dogs walked we came home and (with a *lot* of help from Gordon) I figured out how to import the locations of an Adventure Lab into a GPX file. Most people will be blissfully unaware of the very existence of GPX files and Adventure Labs and so will have no idea about the excitement of combining the two. Having combined the two I tried to transfer the hybrid to my GPS unit. “Hannah” wasn’t having any of it though…
I spent much of the evening falling asleep in front of the telly. I *hate* that – wide awake for most of the night, fast asleep for most of the evening.