I slept well last night. Not quite so much coughing, but as
I scoffed toast I did feel that I was running a temperature.
The internet was much the same as ever. Squabbles and
trivia abounded as they do. But I had an email. Geocaching HQ have given me a
Community Celebration Event – the ability to run a special event next year. I
had one once before when we ran a Wherigo event. I wonder what I can do with
this one? I’ve a vague idea to hire a village hall and have an afternoon of pub
games. The obvious location for this would be in a room in a pub somewhere, but
that would get rather expensive. It’s at times like this that being a scout
leader was useful in that I had access to a scout hut.
I munzed, I got Wordle in three goes. Bearing in mind the
dogs hadn’t had a decent walk in four days I took them up to the woods. That
was a mistake. We walked for two miles; at the end I was sweating, clammy and
breathless.
As we walked we had a minor episode. As we came to a
crossroads so we saw some chap hysterically screaming. We watched as a small
labrador slinked toward him, but on seeing us ran to us. My three dogs ran up
to the dog and all said hello. This didn’t go down well with Mr. Shouty who
started bellowing even more. I whistled to call my three. They came to me, and
after a moment his dog followed. I told the dog he had to go to Mr. Shouty.
Dogs understand (they really do) and reluctantly the dog walked back. We
carried on walking, but in less that a minute Mr. Shouty was bellowing again.
All the dogs were playing together nicely and he didn’t like it. So I called my
three with a whistling sound (which worked) and he called his with
hysterical screaming (which didn’t). He then started ranting about how
he was having problems because his dog was attracted to the sound of the
whistling which I use to call my three. I suggested he tried a different sound
to attract his dog as hysterical screaming clearly wasn’t working. Eventually
he got his dog on a lead and marched off in the direction of the car park. It
was the way we were going anyway. I couldn’t see why the dogs couldn’t walk
together as that was the way that we were going but he clearly wasn’t having
any of it. On any other day we would have walked off in a different direction
but I was feeling all-in so we gave him a few minutes and then followed slowly.
As we drove home my piss boiled. The pundits on the radio
were talking about the case of Lucy Letby; the nurse who has
gone to prison having been found guilty of murdering several babies at the
Countess of Chester hospital. Apparently new evidence has come to light, not
the least of which was the fact that she wasn’t even on duty (or anywhere
near the hospital) on the day when one of the babies died. There was some
expert being interviewed who implied that the babies who died were so ill they
should have been in a specialist paediatric hospital (and not where they
were) and also implied that Ms. Letby was a scapegoat for the failings of a
system which wasn’t up to the job.
There are calls for a re-trial… but will that get to the
truth of the matter? It’s been my (admittedly limited) experience that
legal types seem to enjoy debating and posturing and trying to make themselves
look good rather than actually getting to the truth. On the one occasion I
found myself in court I defended myself, and the prosecuting barrister openly
told me I wasn’t making a good job of defending myself, and then made a very
eloquent and posturing speech on my behalf totally contradicting what she’d
just said herself.
What we as a society need is legal types paid to get to the
truth. At the moment they are paid to either bang someone up and/or get someone
off. A subtle difference.
British justice, eh?
Mind you, the BBC deserve being called out too. Bearing in
mind they once ran a prime time show painting Ms
Letby as the devil incarnate, it’s a tad ironic that they should now have a
complete about-face and claim she’s an innocent victim.
We came home. I scrubbed the mud off of dogs’ bellies then
collapsed on the sofa. I’d certainly overdone it with this morning’s walk. With
the weather having seriously chirped up and loads of stuff I might be getting
on with outside, I just sat and struggled with some fiendishly difficult
geo-puzzles. Mind you I say “fiendishly difficult”; the puzzles aren’t *that*
hard once you spot the theme of the puzzle. The trick is spotting the theme.
The chap who set them is a friend of mine, and I’ve been first to find on four
of his puzzles. So they are solvable if you can spot what they are all about.
With a concerted effort I solved one that I’d been
struggling with since July. Flushed with success I then spent two fruitless
hours fighting with another. If only I
knew who the people in the pictures were… Google image search told me some of
them, but by no means all.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the most recent
season of “Bake off: The Professionals”. It was rather good.
I then spent a little while fighting with the puzzle featuring
the piccie above. I think I’ve identified about half of them now. Many still
elude me though…
In theory I should be feeling a bit better now. In practice
it ain’t happening…
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