I had an awful night and barely slept at all. I gave
up trying to sleep, got up, made toast and was watching more "Black
Mirror" on Netflix by five o'clock. Yesterday I watched some rather
good episodes of "Black Mirror" on Netflix; this morning's was
rather lame and predictable. Quite unlike yesterday's, which was a shame.
As I went to get dressed I tripped over Pogo who had
found there was more space on the bedroom floor than on the bed.
With quite a bit of spare time this morning I thought
I might go for a little geo-walk before work. As I drove up the motorway the
pundits on the radio were talking about the trade
agreement that the UK and US have struck. I don't pretend to understand it
in depth, but some irate American car dealer was wheeled on who was saying
that it is now cheaper for him to buy a car which was made in Britain and have
it sailed across the Atlantic than it is for him to buy one and drive it down
from Canada or up from Mexico. How does that make any sense?
Interestingly there was pretty much no talk at all
about the new Pope.
I got to Aylesford and had a little walk. I found a
geocache in a tree's bole. I found one on the back of a roadside green
electrical box. I found one behind a sign. And I found one tied in a tree.
There's a thought... Whenever I hide a geocache and go back to it, it is never
where I left it. Someone has always moved it. Maybe only a few feet here or
there, but still these things get moved. Perhaps if I cable-tie them in place?
As I walked I lost my pen... it didn't take *that* long to
back-track and find it where I'd dropped it.
From my little walk it was only a short hop to
Sainsburys to get a sandwich. I've often said that I have an idiot magnet, and
it attracted one when I was at the sandwich fridge. Some half-wit was picking
up every sandwich packet and giving them all a good squeeze, and the assembled
throng was just watching him. I barged up and loudly announced that I wanted
one that the half-wit hadn't crushed. The half-wit looked at me in blank
amazement as I snatched a packet of coronation chicken sandwiches out from under
his nose. This was an approach which clearly hadn't occurred to the masses, and
the sandwich crushing half-wit seemed quite upset when everyone who'd been
watching him shoved him out the way to get the last few remaining unmolested
sarnies.
I got myself a croissant whilst I was at it. I felt I
deserved one after my little walk.
I went in to work and made myself a cuppa to have with
the croissant, and had a look at the
myfitnesspal app. It announced that my croissant was two hundred and thirty
calories, but my walk had only used up eighty-two. Ho hum.
I scoffed it anyway.
I then had my morning's look at the Internet. Facebook
was rather dull, and I rolled my eyes when I looked at my emails. On Tuesday
when in the woods I'd checked up on a geocache of mine which had been reported
as missing. Someone had been unable to locate it on three separate occasions
recently. This happens periodically... I get messages saying "I can't
find it therefore it is missing" to which I can only answer "no
one else is having problems finding it". The person who'd failed three
times eventually found it yesterday... by going to the right place. I'm not
sure what she'd done wrong - if you put the wrong answer into the checker it
rejects the wrong answer.... unless you don't actually use the checker.
Work was work. I spent time peering down the
microscope and saw all sorts of things. My (unmauled) Coronation chicken
sandwich was rather good.
I came home via Matalan where I’d hoped to get some new
shirts… they didn’t have anything I liked the look of.
“er indoors TM” boiled up burger
and chips which we scoffed whilst watching the first episode of the new series
of “Taskmaster”. In a novel break with tradition there’s more
contestants that I’ve heard of than I haven’t.
Today wasn’t bad… until I got to work.
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