As I scoffed toast this morning I saw an advert for a
specialist honey shop in the lake district. Selling jars of honey at three
times the price of Tesco, and only selling it via their shop. There were quite
a few comments on the advert from people who were complaining about being
spammed, and the poor people whose company it was were apologizing profusely.
On-line advertising is a good idea in theory; in practice it doesn’t really
work, does it?
Rather like this lap-top of mine which is forever trying to
predict what I want it to do, and invariably getting it wrong.
I had a quick Munz, struggled with Wordle, and seeing it
wasn’t quite as hot as it had been yesterday, I got ready for the morning. At
the weekend a new puzzle geocache had gone live just north of Ashford. “er
indoors TM” solved the puzzle and sent me the
co-ordinates, but it was dark before I left work on Saturday night. I thought
that geocache might be somewhere to explore today. I’d never been to Longbeech Wood before; it
made for a very good walk. Far smaller than Kings Wood (about the size of
Orlestone), the paths are narrower and consequently there’s a lot more
shelter from the sun. We parked up and walked about half a mile out to that
geocache, then using the map took a bit of a wander back again.
As we’d parked up so there was a couple in a camper van
having their brekkie. They were packing up when we got back after our walk;
they’d quite obviously been there overnight. Admittedly the car park was rather
small and they’d taken up a lot of it, but they were leaving about an hour
before most people would turn up to use it (not that many people would).
They hadn’t hurt anyone or done any harm. Either they knew about the car park
or they had been rather lucky to find it. There’s a lot of Woodland Trust and
Forestry England sites locally all of which have those height restriction gates
on the car parks. The car park at Kings Wood annoys me on this score… People
with camper vans who hurt no one are actively excluded, but after dark the
place is “dogging central” – everyone knows this, no one cares…
It had been twenty degrees when we left home. It wasn’t too
bad in the shaded woods; I’d taken quite a bit of water for the dogs. But it
was twenty-two degrees by the time we’d got back to the car, and twenty-four
when we got to Ashford.
I took a minor diversion on the way home to cap a Flat Lou.
If you cap a Flat Lou this week she scatters French food, and we need that for
this month’s Clan War. There’s never a dull moment in Munzee.
We got home. AS I had a cuppa so “Oscar” then called
from the Three network. Obviously he wasn’t from the Three network at all.
There are a lot of scammers at the moment all claiming to be from the Three
network. None of them are. And then “David” from the Three network
phoned. Having told “Oscar” to piss off it was only fair that I told “David”
to piss off as well.
In between scamming phone calls I did a tad more CPD. I traditionally
do that on the morning before a night shift.
“er indoors TM” had an errand to
run at lunch time, so when she went out I went to bed. The dogs followed. We
slept well for an hour or so until the nice man from Amazon delivered our bog
roll (we get our bog roll delivered; no – I have no idea why either). The
dogs went mad. And just as we all settled so “er indoors TM” returned.
She then commanded peace, and I got three hours asleep. I wouldn’t say peaceful
though. I had a nightmare in which I had patented a way in which spaceships
could land on water and was trying to sue NASA for not having discovered enough
(any) planets with water on them.
“er indoors TM” is hopefully boiling
up my dinner, then I’m off to the night shift. Via Stanhope where there are a
few Flat Lous which I intend to cap.
I’ve only got this week to cap them; they won’t scatter
after this weekend. Mind you I’ve no guarantee they will cap this evening.
Never a dull moment in Munzee, eh… I said that earlier,
didn’t I?
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