I woke at three o’clock and put a load of washing in
to scrub. Some might think that a strange thing to do in the small hours, but
with that in to scrub it was ready to go out on the line when I got up at seven
o’clock. Seven o’clock – something of a lie-in these days.
I hung out the washing, then being the first of the
month I had a shave with a new razor blade. The things seem to last a month
without problems. And then I did my usual scoffing toast whilst peering into
the Internet. It was dull; not a lot was happening.
The dogs had brekkie, and we set off. First of all to
the polling station to put our X for democracy. Voting is hard work. I spend an
absolute age trying to determine who will be the best person for the job… take
for example the local Green party. The local councillor is hopeless; nothing is
her responsibility, everything is somebody else’s problem. But the Green county
councillor is brilliant; hard working, and if something isn’t in his remit he
will contact the person who can help. So it’s not just voting for a party, it’s
knowing which person to vote for.
Reading the literature they put through the door
wasn’t much help. The Green party’s fliers said that the current chap has a
proven track record but didn’t actually say what he’d done. Reform UK said that
we should vote for them as everyone else was crap and wouldn’t send anyone back
on the next banana boat. And the Labour, Conservatives and Liberal Democrats
didn’t even bother putting a flier through the door.
In the end I decided against Reform UK because their
chap said he would stop the boats full of immigrants even though the county
council being elected has absolutely no control over the matter.
I decided against the Labour, Conservatives and
Liberal Democrats because they didn’t even bother putting a flier through the
door.
I went for the Greens as the local chap had answered
my emails about trying to sort the floods by Asda.
Will he win? We shall see,
We then drove up to Perry Woods. As we drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about how the Ukrainians have struck a deal
with America in which they give the Americans all sorts of mineral rights in
return for military aid. As the expert being interviewed pointed out, the
Ukrainians have pulled a fast one; most of the minerals are in the bits that
the Russians have captured so the Americans will be forced to hoik the Russians
out before they can actually get anything.
We got to Perry Wood and went on a little wander
guided by three nearby geocaches. We found two, but not the third. The dogs
were a tad wilful, but to be fair to them the place was thick with pheasants
which is something of a distraction. There was a minor bit of excitement;
someone had put a squirrel box at ground level. The dogs chased a squirrel, and
as the poor thing shot int the box so Bailey grabbed it by the back leg. I got
her off, but the red mist was up.
We came home via Kings Wood. I wanted to see what was going
on for the car park to be closed. It looked like the Forestry England people
were filling in the pot holes in the car park. And clearly the message about
the car park being closed hadn’t got out – there were about a dozen cars parked
along the narrow lane outside the car park.
Once home I did the dogs’ monthly flea treatments, and then
put the final touches to a Wherigo. Tomorrow marks the twenty-fifth anniversary
of the first ever geocache going live. It’s known as “Blue Switch Day”
and I’ve created a Wherigo in honour
of the event. I wonder if it will get past the reviewer?
I put some shirts in to wash, then popped over the road for
a spot of lunch, and with that scoffed I put “Interview with the
Vampire” on Netflix and settled in for over an hour’s
ironing.
With ironing ironed I then had a pootle in the garden.
Generally fiddling about took over an hour, then I wrote up a little CPD, had a
cuppa, and went back into the garden where I pootled some more.
“er indoors TM” came home from
work, cast her vote for democracy, and boiled up some pizza which we scoffed
whilst watching “Race Across the World” in which people struggled to
make their way through the arse end of China. Much as I loved our Uzbek holiday
last year, I’d never dream of doing something like that without a native guide.
And as is so often the way on a so-called day off I’ve not
stopped, I’ve walked about ten thousand more steps than on a working day, and I’m
worn out.
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