As I scoffed toast I saw I had another friend request on
Facebook. Domina Scarlett Lush claimed “I
make you feel submissive, weak, and eager to please.. there is no fighting your
addiction to Me”. Yet again I found myself wondering about Facebook’s
so-called Community Standards. I do like Facebook, but it could be so much
better. If it is isn’t ladies of dubious morals brandishing their arses, it is
the petty squabbles over the most trivial matters. There was some quite intense
bitching on the UK Ponds Facebook page in which someone had asked a question,
and there were as many answers as there were people to give them; no two in
agreement and everyone aggressively shouting down everyone else.
I saw someone had been round Kings Wood yesterday and
hadn’t been able to find one of my geocaches there. They’d sent me a message to
say they’d replaced it. I wish more people would replace missing caches; saves
me a job.
Not having much time this morning I took the dogs round the
block chasing a unicorn which was dropping lucky stars (it’s a Munzee thing).
As we walked through the park there was a minor incident. From about twenty
yards away a small child started crying because he claimed Morgan tried to bite
him. The brat’s father glared at me; I replied “From that distance?
Seriously?” in a sarcastic tone. The child immediately stopped crying and
smiled and happily announced how cute the dogs were. Father seemed happy with
this.
I was reminded of the more simple-minded cubs who would say
absolutely anything in their attention-seeking.
With walk walked I came home, gathered dog turds from the
garden (you wouldn’t believe how much three small dogs produce) then
made a cuppa for me and “er indoors TM” and dished out the
last of the cake I got yesterday.
I then looked at some geo-puzzles in Hastings in the
general vicinity of where I would be later. Having solved two I found the
finals were nowhere near where I would be. Three other puzzles looked a little
tricky, so with time pressing I asked a friend if he had the solutions.
He had.
I wandered up the road to the train station and was soon on
a very crowded train to Hastings. We all sat and listened to some loud old
woman who was regaling whoever would listen with a constant stream of drivel. The
guard asked to see my ticket; I remembered my old mate who used to be the guard
on the Hastings line. Is it really eighteen tears since he died?
I arrived in Hastings to find it all rather different to
how it used to be. With a few minutes spare I walked to the old town by going
over the West Hill. A rather uphill walk. I walked past the vicarage where out
old vicar used to live back in the day when I was thick with the church. The
vicarage is now a dog groomer.
Having found the geocaches I’d been after I made my way to
the Hastings Arms where I was soon joined by my brother and my cousin who I’d
net seen for years. It was good to catch up. Sister in law and nephew joined
us, we had a very good dinner and things got very vague, as they do.
Getting home was fun. I got to the train station and caught
the last bus home with minutes to spare. We drove to all the train stations on
the way home, and at each stop the bus driver asked if we would all like to get
out and wait for the train. Apparently the train was running half an hour
behind the bus, and the bus was going to Ashford anyway, so why would we want
to get the train? And the bus driver was utterly unable to explain why there
was a bus service when the train was running anyway.
I must have got home safely… I wonder when.
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