Last night I disabled all the internet connections
on my phone and also the Bluetooth too. This morning it was oblivious to what
had been going on on-line. I think my watch must be telling it stuff overnight.
Which begs the question how does my watch know the password for the wi-fi.
I made toast and had a
little look at the Internet through a connection that had my permission to be
connected. It was still there. A mostly American Facebook group I follow had
posted a rather idiotic quote from Donald Trump. As an outsider looking in at
American politics, Donald Trump amazes me. I have never seen or heard anything
about the chap which doesn’t reinforce the opinion that he comes over as a
feeble-minded simpleton. But the chap is rich and successful, has been
President of the USA once, and looks set to do it again. I must be missing
something. I asked on that Facebook group, and sadly I think I got the answer.
Everyone who posts intelligently and reasonably agreed with the idiotic
character that I see in the media. However everyone who takes no effort to cover
up their ignorance when posting thought the chap was wonderful and wouldn’t
hear a word against him.
Is the character of
Donald Trump a carefully choreographed act to appeal to the masses? I’m
convinced Boris Johnson did just that.
I also had a dozen more
adverts about the plight of pangolins.
I had an email about a
new virtual geocache at Battle Abbey. I thought about chasing to be First to
Find but thought better of it. It would involve an hour’s drive along country
lanes, and I’ve done enough of that already this week. There was also a meet-up
of geocachers to go tidying up a park in Tunbridge Wells this morning followed
by a tidy-up in Frittenden, but again I didn’t fancy the driving.
Instead we went to the
woods where we had a good walk. We chased squirrels; chasing squirrels is
rather entertaining in that usually within a second of being spotted the
squirrel zooms up a tree, but the dogs rarely notice that the squirrel has gone
up. They fly off in the direction in which the squirrel headed, zoom past the
tree, and after fifty yards run round in circles looking rather miffed that
they have been outsmarted again.
We stomped through a
swamp and rolled in fox poo. We didn’t see any normal people, but you can’t
have everything.
We didn’t come straight
home; if you log finds on four geocaches today you get a souvenir for the leap
day. So we took a circuitous route home.
Once home it was into
the bath for a scrub, washing went into the washing machine, other washing went
into the dishwasher. I had a once-round with the Hoover and then it was out
with the ironing board. As I ironed I watched a film on Netflix. “Vesper” was a total
load of tripe which I found myself watching in the desperate hope that it might
perk up a bit.
It didn’t.
I would have cracked on
in the garden it it hadn’t been raining. Instead I dozed on the sofa underneath
a pile of dogs.
Having plans for the evening, “er indoors TM” set me up
with some KFC and as I scoffed that I watched another film. ID is an old
favourite of mine. Nearly thirty years old, you can pick it up on DVD for a
quid from CEX.
Peering into the internet, a dog walk, housework, and watching telly. Is
this the future?
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