I had a far better
night last night. With no alarm set and no need to be up early I slept right
through till seven o’clock. It was only a shame that I woke feeling almost as
grim as I felt last night.
I made toast, put in the washing that I’d forgotten about
yesterday and sparked up the lap-top. It took some sparking. The Word file on
which I type this this drivel (before copy & pasting into the blog)
flatly refused to open, and when it finally did, was unresponsive for ten
minutes. As was the browser window too. I’m sure the lap-top is doing all sorts
of wonderful IT things in the background… but I’m reminded of a PC I once used
to interface one blood test device with another computer. The chap who set it
up was obsessed with antivirus software, and the PC was running six different
antivirus packages. All of its resources went on running the six antiviruses,
and it had no capacity whatsoever to do the job for which it was actually
intended. Is my lap-top doing much the same?
Eventually the lap-top got going. This morning my Facebook
feed was full of tales of dying and dead dogs. On the plus side were no
scantily clad ladies pretending to want to be my friend.
I spent an hour or so
sorting out the admin for my latest Wherigo project then I had a message. “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” fancied McBrekkie so I drove down and took her
and “Darcie Waa Waa TM” to McDonalds. You really can’t beat a
sausage and egg McMuffin, can you?
“Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” had an appointment in Aylesham so we drove
there, and while she did whatever it was that she was doing, I took “Darcie
Waa Waa TM” geocaching.
It
has to be said that favourite youngest granddaughter wasn’t overly enamoured
with the ancient and honourable pastime of rummaging for film pots under rocks.
She whinged and whined for the first few minutes, then fell asleep. I found one
geocache, and on seeing that the only other one within striking distance wasn’t
buggy-accessible we went for a little wander through the village instead until “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” was done.
I took them both back to Folkestone where “Stormageddon – Bringer
of Destruction TM” was soon to arrive, and came home to find that
“er
indoors TM” had gone shopping. Despite the drizzle I took
the dogs up to Kings Wood. With my latest Wherigo project ready to go we went
and hid the six film pots under piles of sticks. The dogs seemed glad for the
outing, and came back to the sound of the whistle whenever they wandered off
too far.
I would have liked to have explored a particular path I’ve
had my eye on for some time, but once we’d hidden the last film pot under a
rock we were three quarters of a mile from where I wanted to go exploring, and
the drizzle had developed into light rain, so we saved that for another day and
headed home.
I told the geo-feds about the new Wherigo project, and “er
indoors TM” boiled up a very good load of fajitas which we
scoffed whilst watching the latest episode of “Star Trek: Picard”. This season
has been streets ahead of the last two, and this evening’s episode was
particularly good… even if the new USS Enterprise looks awful.
I’ve had a rather busy day today. Mind you I woke feeling grim,
and I’m going to bed feeling marginally less grim. That’s got to be a bonus.
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