I had a rude awakening in the small hours as Treacle got
tangled up in the hose of my CPAP machine. Despite the noise of the rain on the
window I eventually nodded off again and woke to see it was eight o’clock. I
rolled over for a few more minutes kip and woke at half past seven. How did
that work?
I made toast and had a look at the Internet. I sent out
birthday wishes to a couple of friends, and then my piss rather boiled as I
read an advert. My Facebook feed is often getting adverts from the MP for
Milton Keynes. I have no idea why, but it is clear the chap has a very low
opinion of the electorate. He really would seem to want to have us believe that
pretty much everything good in the world (birthdays, summer picnics, little
puppy dogs) is a direct result of Conservative policies. But everything bad
in the world (debt, toothache and car crashes) is directly attributable
to the Labour party. Sadly he’s probably got the right idea in that a lot of
people will believe him. I remember my old mum once believing everything some
politician or other said because she really thought that they weren’t allowed
to tell lies.
Despite the rain I took the dogs out. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about shoplifting which is rife in parts of
Britain. Organised gangs are targeting shops, no one wants a job as a security
guard as it involves being threatened by the thieves, and the police are
claiming to be too busy to get involved.
The answer here is obvious. Don’t hire security guards who
are afraid of being threatened. Pay a thug (who likes a scrap) to be a
security guard. Apparently they are allowed to use “reasonable force”.
I’m sure that there’s enough who would be up for it.
We got to the woods and had a little walk. Ironically as we
walked I met a pair of people doing some sort of a forest survey with a
Forestry England van nearby. I got chatting with them and explained that I’d
been trying to organize a litter pick in the woods but had given up as their
admin staff operated too slowly. In my line of work I’m used to dealing with
stuff which needs to be done right away. “Any time today” really is
taking it easy; sometimes an hour later is too late in my world. The Forestry
people were very nice, but they (very politely) pointed out that things
are very different for them, and hinted that a year between my initial enquiry
and getting formal permission might be more realistic.
And as we drove home so my phone beeped to say that the
meet had been accepted by the geo-feds. If you are at a loose end in a few
weeks’ time…
We came home. The dogs had a hot shower and their brekkie
and went to sleep. I got myself a bit of lunch and watched a film on Netflix. “Submarine” was
described as a “comedy-romance”… but it wasn’t described as that by me.
I would describe it as “a bit crap”.
With film watched bearing in mind that I’d had the
thumbs-up from the geo-feds for my Plan B for the March geo-meet I started
sorting out one or two of the details of that Plan B. That passed what might
otherwise have been a rather dull afternoon. The rain which had soaked us this
morning didn’t let up all day long.
I’ve set up seven new geocaches, one of which would seem to
have already had the thumbs down from the geo-feds. I shall argue, but you win
some, you lose some…
“er indoors TM” came home and boiled
up sausages and chips which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Junior
Bake Off”. We are getting to the end of that series now; the kids in it seem
to fall into two groups. There are those who just sail through somewhere in the
middle, and there are those who are very good one week and very bad the next.
One week they are star baker, the next week out on their arse.
It’s still raining.
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