When I was a lad I had some toy robots called “Zeroids”.
Not the Gerry Anderson ones; you can see pictures of these ones here. This
morning as I scoffed my toast people were posting to Facebook about how these
things now sell on eBay for over a thousand quid each. I wish I’d kept mine.
Facebook had sent me a message. I like Facebook. It allows
me to be incredibly nosey and see what other people are doing and gives me
seemingly unlimited photo storage. However it has some rather strange ideas
about what it thinks is acceptable in polite society. It’s no secret that peddling
websites of porn don’t breach its Community Standards – I regularly post up photos
of those doing so.
The other day it randomly presented me with a video of some
woman wearing next to nothing running round trying to shoot a large iguana with
a bow and arrow. After a lot of gratuitous close-ups of her arse and chest she
shot the iguana which was clearly in pain.
I won’t re-post the video. But it is still on Facebook as
it apparently doesn’t breach their community standards…
I totally failed at Wordle and with a little time to spare
went round the garden harvesting dog dung. It’s amazing how quickly that stuff
accumulates.
“er indoors TM” and the dogs came
downstairs. Morgan sat with me for a bit, He had hiccups. Whilst he hic-ed we
got ourselves organized and set off to Boxley. Karl and Tracy were doing a
maintenance run (walk) on a series of their geocaches and we came along
for the walk. Six of us (and four dogs) set off on a rather serious
uphill slog. We’d arranged the walk so the serious uphill bit was first. Once
at the top of the hill the going was much easier, but I was amazed at how many
off-road bikers we had to avoid. Especially when you consider how difficult
that place was to get to. Longbeech Wood and Kings Wood are far more
accessible; why don’t the cyclists go there?
In an amazing show of self-control we walked past the pub…
mind you a country pub on a Sunday lunchtime? Heaving with the normal people.
We would have spent close on a hundred quid, and we’d got a picnic with us
anyway.
About two thirds of the way round we stopped for that
picnic. Over the last few months we’ve rather got out of the habit of picnics.
I miss them. It was rather good to sit in a field and watch the world go by. It
was a shame that Bailey had to roll in quite so much poo, but there it is.
I took a few photos as we
walked. I do that.
We got back to the cars; we said our goodbyes. They took a
little longer than usual. Pogo is going off with Karl and Tracy for a little
holiday. Much as we love him, four dogs is a tad too much. Especially as when
he’s with us Pogo feels he has to be guardian of the pack. When he’s on his own
he can be much more rested and doesn’t feel he has to prove himself.
Once home “er indoors TM” and
the dogs had a little sleep. I strained my brain with a geo puzzle. You can see
the thing by clicking here. There’s a
load of talk about how good desserts are, some pictures of various puddings and
a formula from which you can calculate the longitude and latitude of where
there’s a little film pot under a rock. Or, as I suspect, inside a metal gate.
I’ve identified all the puddings, but how I get numbers from them eludes me.
Bearing in mind that the rules of geocaching say that the
thing has to be somewhere on the Romney Marsh, if any of my loyal readers know
how I might add strawberry cheesecake to oatmeal biscuits and get five, please
let me know.
I’m reminded of my old maths teacher who once told me that
I couldn’t add apples to oranges… he’d have a fit if he tried puzzle
geocaching.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the first episode of
the second season of the American version of “Traitors”. An odd show.
Most of the women contestants have had rather bad plastic surgery and look as
though they have just had a smack in the chops. One who hasn’t has one tit
three times the size of the other. Most of the men contestants have
over-inflated views of their own importance apart from the one who seems to
have failed the job interview for the role of village idiot. And ex-politician
John Bercow was in there as well for on apparent reason. All of the contestants
seemed to know all of the other contestants from other reality TV shows, and none
seemed to like anyone else.
It's rather entertaining…
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