As
I stood in the garden (with tiddling puppies) at five o'clock this
morning I had a little look around and was amazed to see there were more houses
with lights on than houses in darkness. It's not just me who's up silly early
then?
I
made toast, planned my morning Munzee mission,
and then spent five minutes trying to get out of the house. The front
door was jammed. Once I'd woken all the dogs in my fight with the door I
eventually got out of the house and walked seemingly miles to where I'd parked
the car last night. On the way to the car I deployed a gingerbounce house (it’s
a Munzee thing); I've not deployed one of those before. As I walked I
passed loads of people all walking about. All dressed in black in the pitch
darkness.
I
set off up the motorway. After five minutes I gave up listening to "Open
Country" in which someone or other went for a walk in the countryside
and intended wasting half an hour going "blah blah blah" about
it on the radio. Walking for half an hour in the countryside is rather good...
listening to someone going "blah blah blah" about it seemed a
rather tedious option so I switched over to Ivor Biggun songs and spent the
journey wondering about what I could say about what I'd got out of my Lego Advent
Calendar
this morning.
I
drove to one of the roads near work and spent half an hour Munzing in the dark.
As part of the Clan War (which started this morning) we have to Munz
Munzees which haven't been Munzed for over a year. There's quite a cluster of
Munzees near work that were put out over a year ago and hadn't ever been
Munzed, so I got eight of the things and found two Qrates as well. Go me!
I
toyed with the idea of having the cooked brekkie at work but thought better of
it. Instead I cracked on with work and sulked. First because I was missing the
Saturday Dog Club; Saturday Dog Club has fast become "a thing"
in my world. The pups love it, and Treacle even tolerates it. And a little
later in the day I had a sulk that I was missing the Christmas Geo-Meet. Mind
you I'm not sure that I was missing much. In years gone by the Christmas
Geo-Meet was one of the highlights of the year with dozens of hunters of
Tupperware coming along for the event. When I looked this morning there were
less than ten people signed up for it. Mind you as I've been saying for some
time, geocaching is dying on its arse. Sadly when all the Karens who don't know
the first thing about infection control demanded that the hobby close over
lockdown, everyone who was seriously active in the game went to the dark side
of Munzing (we certainly did) and didn't come back.
With
work worked I went to Sainsburys for a few bottles for tomorrow and some fish
food. And then the courtesy car told me that its tyres were under pressure (aren’t
we all) so I drove over to their filling station and had a fight with the
air machine. I managed to get the tyres pumped up; it cost me a quid, and I got
a load of grease all over my hands as something of a freebie.
I came home to
consternation. “er indoors TM” had the arse as someone had
eaten the bathroom mat. No one was actually caught red-handed (paw-ed?)
but the sensible money is suspecting Morgan.
Jose
and Maria called, and we all drove round to the New Chimneys for a pre-Christmas
dinner.
Sadly
the New Chimneys might not have been the best venue though. The raw vegetables
were bone dry, and a thimble of gravy didn’t go far between seven. Perhaps
having had staff who’ve actually left school and weren’t just trying to earn
some pocket money might have helped. And personally I’d rather not eat dinner
whilst listening to the thug element screaming abuse at the sport on the telly.
Someone on an adjacent table asked to speak to the manager and was told he’d
gone home (!)
But
we had a good catch up and we had a great get-together. Must do it again more
often… Somewhere else, though…
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