I slept like a log last night but woke with rather bad
backache. I got up, put some washing in, had a shave… and went back to bed. I
got up a couple of hours later and the back wasn’t quite so bad. I hung out a
load of washing on a glorious morning, put another in, made toast and had my
usual root around the Internet.
Back to the old routine, eh?
Yesterday I’d bitten the bullet and posted a picture of my
pond plant to one of the pond-related Facebook pages. What was it? Lesser
spearwort, meadow buttercup, brass buttons, creeping jenny… there were as many
opinions as there were people to give them. For once everyone was offering
opinions nicely. However this wasn’t the case for the “Upstairs Downstairs”
page I moderate; someone had “called bullshit” on someone else’s
comment. I deleted it, and set the one who’d called so that their posts need to
be approved by an admin for a month. You have to worry about the mentality of
someone who “calls bullshit” on Upstairs Downstairs though, don’t you?
I saw a rather lengthy article from someone who until
recently was pleading poverty. Today he was singing the praises of his Tesla
car; something which cost him many times what my car cost me. Other people are
very strange with their money, aren’t they? Someone who defriended me a few
years ago and lived in a half-million pound house similarly regularly claimed
not to have a pot to piss in whilst her daughter went to private school (with
a five-figure bill each year). And the one who recently crowd-funded a
family member’s funeral is often all over Facebook with holidays and heavy
drinking sessions.
On the positive side the Universal Church Triumphant of the Apathetic Agnostic has
re-launched itself. I’m actually an ordained minister of that church, and it
once granted me an honorary degree - A
Master of Ignorance. Its central tenet is there may or may not be a god, but we
aren’t really bothered either way. “We don’t know and we don’t care”
always struck me as a rather sensible religious standpoint.
With a second load of washing hung out and “er indoors TM”
and the dogs up and about we went for a little walk. On the Friday before we
went on holiday a series of Adventure Lab geocaches and a bonus geocache went
live in Viccie Park. We didn’t have time to go find them then, but today (nine
days later!) no one had yet claimed the First to Find.
Surely someone had been out in the week but was playing
silly beggars?
Some people really do delight in going to new geocaches, doing
all the secret rituals, and not logging it on-line until someone else has been
out chasing the First to Find and has found they are too late. Some people
really do get a strange satisfaction in wasting other people’s time in this way.
I’m told it’s called “keeping it open”.
We fully expected someone else to have been out during the
week; after all, new geocaches round here are usually found within a couple of
hours of going live. But we did all the Adventure Lab stuff, got the location
of the final stage, and we found we really were First to Find. Nine days after
publication. That’s unheard of.
We came home, I got the dry washing in, we loaded ourselves
and the dogs into the car and set off to Folkestone. I got a job lot of Taco
Bell and took it all round to “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”. The
nice lady in Taco Bell did a custom-made burrito for “Darcie Waa Waa TM”;
she’s not up for a volcano burrito (yet).
We had a good bit of
scoff, we had the obligatory dog-snogging and Bimmy-Boo.
For some inexplicable reason Bimmy-Boo was done sitting in a bucket. And then
we went to the Leas for a little walk. We had hoped to catch the dog event that
was on today, but we were too late. But we saw the stalls that were there for
it. Littlun had a go on the trampolines, and on the hook-a-duck and won
a bouncy ball. And after an ice-cream all round it was time to come home.
I
put more washing in, watered the plants, and spent quite a while picking all
the grass out of the gravelled area where the bird feeder used to be until I
saw all the grass. I think I shall put some weed killer there, and bird feeders
over the lawn.
There
had been talk of a roast dinner this evening, but what with a bellyful of
burrito we weren’t that hungry.
There’s talk of pizza…
but so far, only talk…
The day’s fourth wash load is going through the
poor machine.
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