It was a rather cold night last night. It would have been
warmer had I been allowed any of the duvet. After a bit of a rant and a
forceful yank in the small hours I secured enough of the cover to get warm.
I fancied toast for brekkie this morning, and turned the
toaster up. “er indoors TM” only ever has the thing set to “warm
the bread up” but I prefer the stuff cooked. With toast (as opposed to
warm bread) I sparked up the lap-top and peered into the Internet. I saw I had
two new friend requests on Facebook. One had no end of different people in its
gallery of profile pictures (and so was so obviously a scam profile).
The other just had an epic chest. I accepted neither to my select list of
chums.
I printed out some geocaching log sheets, made up seven
geocache pots and got the dogs on to their leads.
As I drove the dogs up to Kings Wood the pundits on the
radio were talking about Paul O’Grady who had
died overnight. Having started as a TV drag queen twenty (or more) years
ago he’s been on the telly pretty much ever since, and was something of a local
celebrity living only a few miles down the road in Aldington. Several TV
personalities were reminiscing about him on the radio this morning; yet again,
and as the day went on, everyone’s Facebook feed filled up about him. I found
myself in a minority of one in not knowing who the chap was.
We got to Kings Wood. The plan for today was to put out the
geocache pots which will be the physical goals for the Wherigo I’ve been
working on over the last week. And that was what we did.
As we walked we met a team of Labradors quite literally
rolling in thick mud. My dogs get grubby enough without actually rolling in the
mud. I exchanged pleasantries with the people whose dogs were in the mud. They
seemed rather miffed that my dogs were relatively clean, and their demeanor
wasn’t improved at all when I pointed out that even if my dogs *were*
lagged up, being small they take a lot less scrubbing.
We put out seven geocache pots, then went on a little
wander and found hiding places for four more. We could have looked for more,
but the forecast rain had started so we headed back to the car park.
When we were about ten minutes from the car park my idiot
mag leapt into action. Some bloke (and a harassed looking wife) appeared
from nowhere and he demanded to know if he could ask me a question… well, two
questions. How long had I been in the woods? (about two and a half hours.)
Had I seen any birds? (a few pigeons and we’d heard pheasants). The
bloke then started on a major rant about what a complete con Chris Packham’s TV
shows are. Apparently whenever Mr. Packham goes into the countryside on his
telly shows he is followed by flocks of golden eagles, and has to fight redcaps
and nightjars off with a shitty stick. However whenever this looney I’d found
goes into the woods he is lucky to see as much as a sparrow.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d seen the white deer
earlier (if only fleetingly).
We came home to uproar. “er indoors TM”’s
mate had the front door in bits. It had been sticking recently. A little while
ago I phoned Everest (who fitted it some time ago) about it but the
woman I spoke to was disinterested to the point of rudeness. “er indoors TM”’s
mate has recently set up as a locksmith, and after an hour with him and his
mate clouting the door the thing now noticeably opens much easier than it ever
did.
Here’s hoping it don’t jam up again.
I did the geo-admin for the geocaches I’d hidden earlier,
and then spent the afternoon watching episodes of “Four In A Bed” in which
again those who knew the least were the nicest people and those who should have
known better came over rather badly.
A quick bit of CPD, then on realizing she’d not got the
makings of dinner out of the freezer, “er indoors TM” popped
to the KFC for scran. So much for diet, eh?
We scoffed KFC whilst watching another episode of “Outsiders”
during which “er indoors TM” learned a new word. How can anyone
have never heard of the word “norks”?
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