Pretty much nothing had happened on-line last night but I
had an interesting email this morning. I’ve set up email notifications to tell
me whenever anyone visits any of the geocaches we went to when in Uzbekistan (because
I’m nosey). There had been an interesting episode in Tashkent last week.
When we were about to go to Uzbekistan last year we solved
a geo-puzzle and saw that the cache had been missing for a while. We contacted
the C.O. and asked if he’d like us to replace it. He said he would. So we got
to where the thing was supposed to be and put down a new cache… all the time
very conscious that the moment we slowed down and looked at the electrical box
behind which the cache was supposed to be hidden, several local street cleaners
started watching us. Since then the pot we put out has vanished and been
replaced a few times. Last week some German chap stopped off at that cache with
his tour group, rummaged around for the thing… and found himself taken off to
the local police station where he was asked to explain whether he was planting
drugs or trying to sabotage the electrical box behind which the cache was hidden.
With only twenty-five geocaches in the entire country, geocaching took a bit of
explaining.
I munzed, and got ready for the off. I took the dogs up to
the woods. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing Sharren
Haskel, Israeli deputy minister for foreign affairs about an attack on an aid centre in Gaza. The
interviewer read out a statement made by the IDF (Israel Defense Forces).
Ms. Haskel then announced that the BBC couldn’t be trusted to give impartial
news then read out the same statement herself. The statement she read was
absolutely identical to that read by the interviewer, but there was some merit
in having it from a non-BBC source (apparently), and the interview then
descended into an “everyone hates Israel;
you’re a load of B***rds” rant. I’ve said before, the Israeli
government would go up inestimably in the world’s opinion if they could find a
spokesperson who could speak in a reasoned tone of voice.
We got to the woods, we walked four miles. A good walk. I
fiddled about with my bird app; it claimed to hear a firecrest. It might well
have done; I have to take it on faith.
We came home. I immediately went into the garden and
cracked on with fence painting. I got two more panels done before the forecast
rain started.
I had a bowl of coco-puffs for lunch whilst watching an
episode of “Orange is the New Black”, then did some ironing. When the
rain eased up we did the “Feed The Fish” ceremony, then watched more
telly before I cooked dinner. I say “cooked dinner”; I bunged leftovers
into a pan with some curry powder, brown sauce and ketchup, and let it simmer until
“er indoors TM” came home from work.
Dinner wasn’t that bad really; we washed it down with a bottle
of coffee stout (good old Aldi) and then I shared some cheesy biccies
with the dogs.
Due to the vagaries of my shift pattern I’ve been off work
for a week. I’ve got to go back tomorrow – I wonder if I’ve missed much…
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