13 Movember 2025 (Thursday) - We Had KFC

There was sad news on Facebook this morning. The Ghost Train in Dymchurch closed a couple of weeks ago and has now been demolished. I can remember going on there in the late 70s on a day trip from Boys Brigade camp when one of our number (known to all as “Killer”) had a go and was terrified. There was someone asking for advice about keeping terrapins on one of the Facebook pond-related pages, and people were being polite and helpful. That’s a novel break with tradition; let’s hope it continues. And there was talk about a supposedly upcoming government announcement about the pension age rising. Let’s hope not for a while, eh?
Some new geocaches had gone live; a series of six challenge caches. To claim a find on the first one you have to have found two geocache types in two countries, for the third three geocache types in three countries, and so on… We are good up to four icon types in four different countries (Belgium, Uzbekistan, France and Spain). Some people thrive on that sort of thing; everyone plays the game differently. Each to their own, I suppose… as long as people are playing nicely and not squabbling.
I Munzed, got Wordle (tinge) on the second go, and got ready for the off.
 
We drove up to Kings Wood where we walked three and a half miles. Walking about an hour and a half later than usual there were a lot more people in the woods. We didn’t see any deer but there was plenty of evidence of them (turds), and quite a few squirrels too. I ran my bird-detecting app twice; the first time it found a Bonapart’s Gull; a rare visitor to the UK and which is the only gull to nest in trees. There’s plenty of those in King’s Wood.
 
We came home for a cuppa and an out-of-date Bakewell tart. After I’d scoffed it I told my diet app about it and found that it was over four hundred calories. Back in the day what with it being a week past it’s sell-by I would have scoffed two just to use them up, and that would be half my day’s calorie allowance in one hit. And whilst I’m calorie counting, a three and a half mile walk round the woods equates to just over one and a half Bakewell tarts. I did some chess puzzles; you can do three a day (for free) on chess dot com.
 
I then drove down to Folkestone. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM had a video meeting which was the culmination of this week’s meetings. I sat with her… I won’t elaborate today. One day I might. Let’s just say that it’s become something of a family tradition that when there’s major family disaster we have KFC, and (sod the calories) that’s what we scoffed this evening for tea.
 
In a week’s time it’s Black Friday… to cheer us up a tad, bearing in mind what fun our monthly games nights are, I might just get an Infinity Table if there’s any going cheap…
 
Oh – and if you give a bung of twenty quid or more to the stupid moustache thingy, the nice people at Pringles will match your donation.
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12 Movember 2025 (Wednesday) - Another Dull Day

I slept reasonably well, but could have done with an hour’s more kip. I made toast and watched the second half of the episode of “The Witcher” that I started yesterday morning. It would seem that a lot of what I’ve been watching was a retrospective… which would explain why it didn’t seem to make a lot of sense.
I sparked up my lap-top. According to the local Facebook pages it would seem that the local media are trying to stir it all up about our local county councilor. Elected last May and given the job of deputy head honcho of the environment portfolio he’s now sitting as a county council back bencher with no explanation for his departure from the environment post. I can’t pretend to be Reform UK’s greatest fan, but I’ve messaged the chap about Operation Brock and the flooding river, and he took the trouble to reply himself (rather than having some lackey do it like our MP did). The chap was in the news recently for getting involved with the plight of the homeless problem. He’s only been in post for six months; it would be a shame to have someone who looks like they are doing something hounded out of office.
 
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM had another day of it in Canterbury today, so I drove down to collect her and Pogo. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing someone or other from the union that looks after professional football players. Apparently those who hoof a ball round a field once a week (for a weekly pay packet which is far in advance of what I get a year) have got the arse about their workload. What with football league and various knockout cups and the Euros their workload (if you can call it that) is increasing, and they feel that having to hoof a ball round a field any more than once a week is unreasonable.
Here’s an offer for those who pay their wages. I’ll quite happily hoof a ball round a field once a day for five days a week, and I’ll take their weekly wage as my yearly wage.
Seriously.
 
I collected the most recent fruit of my loin, deposited her where she had to be, and took four dogs to Kings Wood. We had a minor incident… we sometimes have this minor incident when Pogo is along. Being a very small dog, Bailey generally keeps herself to herself. But when Pogo is with us she knows that he’s got her back, so she sometimes gets gobby with other dogs safe in the knowledge that if it all kicks off, Pogo will back her up (and Pogo is quite a lump). I wish she wouldn’t…
 
We came home, and what with “Daddies’ Little Angel TM being finished earlier than expected I left “er indoors TM washing Morgan and took Pogo to collect her.
With her deposited home I came home for a late lunch. I had a vague plan to go for another outing, but by the time I’d done an anticlockwise circuit of half the county, a walk round the woods and a clockwise circuit of half the county I had less than two hours of daylight left. Instead I munzed, got Wordle (deuce) on the fourth attempt, wrote up some CPD, then challenged the chess bots (and lost).
 
“er indoors TM boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a new thing on telly featuring Sandi Toksvig doing archeology. Have you ever watched archeology on the telly? It’s a lie. It looks so interesting, but I know the truth.
About fifteen years ago we were regulars at the archeology club. They would organize digs in which I would be expected to do all the digging. It was hours of back-breaking work, but the moment I unearthed anything remotely interesting I would be unceremoniously hoiked out of the trench I’d dug so’s that the self-appointed experts could take over. We even had some pompous and pretentious archeology undergraduate who would sit and watch me dig who actually said that he was too important to do the menial grunt work of digging. His face was a picture when I got out of the trench, gave him the shovel and told him that I was more important than he was.
Apparently the archology club has since been subsumed by the Lenham Heritage Society. Probably for the best.
 
Oh – and Facebook would seem to have had a funny turn.

11 Movember 2025 (Tuesday) - Drizzle

With the dogs settled and no snoring I had a good night which was a result. I made toast, watched half an episode of “The Witcher” then had a look at the Internet as I do most mornings. It was still there. Some friends were at the airport going on holiday. Some were in Scotland on holiday. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but every time I go on a foreign holiday I always get homesick. I don’t like leaving the dogs.
 
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM still had business in Canterbury, so I drove down to collect her. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how new laws are coming in which should reduce the amount of animals used for research and in the production of new drugs. And it’s about time too. In 1983 I wrote a dissertation for my HNC entitled “The Ethics and Science of Animal Experimentation”. When I wrote that I was rather horrified to find out that much of the testing of new drugs performed on animals had little (if any) basis in science, but were legal requirements. Take for example the LD50 value. Wikipedia says that The value of LD50 for a substance is the dose required to kill half the members of a tested population after a specified test duration”. When I wrote my dissertation in 1983 it was widely known that the LD50 values produced on populations of rats had very little application to humanity, but every drug had to have a known LD50 value before it could be marketed, and this was the case until 1999. It bothers me that what I knew forty-two years ago is only now being brought into law.
And there was talk about what changes people might want to make to the rules of football. Football star Gary Linekar has things to say on the matter, as has the head coach of Manchester City, but rather than inviting them onto the radio, they did an outside broadcast asking the opinions of nine year old schoolchildren.
 
With “Daddies’ Little Angel TM collected and delivered I drove on to Kings Wood with a bootful of dogs. Yesterday our walk was rained off. This morning when I left home there was supposedly a zero per cent chance of rain for the morning… to be fair the drizzle had eased up by the time we got to the woods car park.
We walked a shorter version our usual walk… one which last year was our standard walk. And probably will be our standard walk for the coming winter as it bypasses much of the mud.
As we walked we met some normal people, and a professional dog walker we see from time to time. His dog played really nicely with Morgan and Pogo, which was something of a result.
 
We came home. The boys had their bellies washed; the girls were surprisingly clean. I made us both a cuppa then perused the geo-map. More geocaching Treasures had been released this morning. After a little brain-straining I planned some geo-missions for us. Collecting Origami Animals in Southend, gathering Dog Figurines in Folkestone, and getting some Snow Globes in Sandwich will probably feature in future diary entries.
 
I then drove Pogo over to collect his mummy and took the pair of them home.
“er indoors TM boiled up a pasta bake which we scoffed whilst watching the second episode of “Game of Wool”; a strangely captivating show.
 
Today has been rather dull…

10 Movember 2025 (Monday) - Rain Stopped Play

What with restless dogs and all the snoring I had a terrible night. I gave up trying to sleep, made toast and watched half an episode of “The Witcher”. It’s a good show, but you have to wonder why they made the episodes an hour and ten minutes long.
I had my usual look at the Internet and saw something that made me think… Amongst the various Reform UK councilors that have been given the heave-ho from Reform UK are five members of the Kent and Medway Fire Authority. And with them being out on their arses means that spending money on the local fire brigade is rather problematic (i.e. no one can spend anything). The fire brigade union aren’t at all happy… and I can’t say that I am either. There’s no denying that our (relatively) new Labour MP has turned out to be something of a disappointment, and sadly the bunch that set up because of the public’s disillusionment with the government haven’t lived up to their promise either.
The trouble with Reform UK is that they are currently riding on the public’s being (understandably) hacked off with the current and previous governments. Pretty much everyone advocating for them on-line is doing so because they are perceived as a change from political parties who’ve been something of a disappointment in the past. But the current and previous governments were formed by people in political parties which have a stated ideology and principles. Reform UK is running on the ticket of “vote for us; we aren’t as crap as them”, and that only ever works as a political standpoint if you *aren’t* demonstrably “as crap as them”.
 
“Daddies’ Little Angel TM needed a lift to Canterbury, so I drove down to her flat and once I’d walked the dogs up the leas we set off. The roads were rather busy and we were only ten minutes late getting to where we needed to be. The drive was rather fraught – Pogo has taken a visceral dislike to umbrellas and there were quite a few being brandished today.
Bearing in mind the weather forecast said the rain would stop by mid-morning I’d taken the dogs with the idea that we would come home via Kings Wood and have a walk with Pogo… Sadly, rather than stopping, the rain got heavier. We got to Kings Wood and I thought we’d try a walk (as we were driving past anyway) but after five minutes it was obvious that we were wasting our time, so we abandoned. Morgan wasn’t happy though. He had to be put on the lead and dragged back to the car.
 
Once home I made us both a cuppa, and having had my plans for the morning washed out I was at a bit of a loose end. My usual fallback position is to do some CPD, and I did. And also when at a loose end I look at geo-puzzles. I looked at about a dozen or so which are probably within an hour’s drive of home… and solved five.
I had a spicy rib flavoured pot noodle for lunch. It was something of a disappointment both in flavour and in it being over five hundred calories. And then it was time to collect “Daddies’ Little Angel TM. I loaded Pogo into the car, we collected the most recent fruit of my loin, and drove back to her flat through the dark and through frankly awful rain.
 
Being Monday, “er indoors TM went bowling. I settled in front of the telly and watched a couple of episodes of “The Witcher” whilst rubbing the irritating beard that I will shave into shape in a day or so. So many people have beards… I hate the thing. Still, a third of its time has now passed.
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9 November 2025 (Sunday) - Bit Dull

We were rather late getting up this morning… can’t imagine why. I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do. There was no end of talk about the new Star Trek Lego set that was released a few days ago. The long-awaited Enterprise-D model has come out. Costing several hundred pounds, personally I think the thing looks dreadful. But everyone was all a-twitch about the typos in the set’s stickers.  Leaving aside the hyphen between NCC and 1701 that shouldn’t be there, the word boldly” is mis-spelt. I suspect that future versions will be corrected, and the mis-spelling will just add to the value of the first edition sets. Some people pay far too much for Lego, and also for Star Trek memorabilia, and first editions of this set will be worth thousands in a few short years… unless I buy one as an investment in which case it won’t be worth anything…
 
“er indoors TM set off up to town to meet friends for brekkie. I didn’t. I scoffed quite a few calories last night, and I find that all the cafes in the town centre echo so much that I can’t hear a word that is being said. So I Munzed, Wordled (fugue on the fourth attempt) and read my Kindle for a bit before walking the dogs up to town to meet her.
 
There were quite a few people in town this morning. I saw a load of people round the war memorial. Back in the day I used to take the cubs up to that ceremony. These days I probably wouldn’t; it’s all got a little bit too political…
We took a circuitous walk home past the park and round the local roads. The dogs needed their outing, and we Munzed as we walked, opening Qrates and freeing cubimals as you do. As we walked, a passing cyclist boiled my piss. I used to cycle to and from work for years; I’m not unsympathetic to them. But more and more they are just accidents waiting to happen, and when the accidents happen everyone loudly claims it isn’t the cyclist’s fault. Take this morning’s half-wit. Both hands on his phone and not one on the handlebars, cycling down the wrong side of the road looking down at his phone and being unable to hear anything at all because of the ear-buds.
 
We got home, had a cuppa, then I had a pootle in the garden. It was probably too wet to mow the lawn, but I mowed it anyway. It wasn’t going to get any drier if I’d left it, and the shorter the grass, the easier it is to find dog turds. Whilst I was at it I pruned the potted shrubs. I might plant them in the ground next spring; I might leave them in the tubs, We shall see. And whilst I was at it I cleaned out the big pond’s filter. I topped up the bird feeder, and seeing how well the bird seed I’d planted in the lawn had sprouted, I planted some more seeds in the bare patches of the lawn. And then I made a point of stopping. Over the last year I’ve overdone it in the garden too many times and hurt for several days afterwards.
 
I made us both a cuppa, then had a little look at the Internet. My Lego pirate ship is missing one latticed window. I can’t find a spare anywhere, so I ordered one… finding the exact part took some doing, but I eventually found it. And I ordered a Lego tulip petal too as we’d managed to lose one of those as well.
I found myself watching what was on the telly – the last of the Harry Potter films. I couldn’t believe that was made fourteen years ago. And we followed this with the first episode of “Game of Wool” which is basically “Bake Off” but with knitting rather than cooking. It was strangely captivating…
 
Yesterday was rather full-on. In comparison, today has been rather dull.

8 Movember 2025 (Saturday) - Rather Busy

I wasn’t really paying attention to the Internet this morning as I scoffed my toast. Having struggled to get the Alexa to put the radio on I found myself in a rather thoughtful mood this morning. I do YouGov surveys (for the simple reason that they give me money to do so) and last night the survey was about how much I use the Alexa (and similar devices). One of the questions was about would I support a setting in which the Alexa would recognize children’s voices and only take certain orders from them.
And there it was… the end of the world.
Seriously.
Fifty years ago Isaac Asimov wrote a fictional story about a possible problem with the Second Law of Robotics. To the uninitiated, this law states that a robot has to obey all orders given to it by a human. But when faced with multiple conflicting instructions from various people, what should the robot do? Clearly it should prioritize the legitimate orders of those qualified to give legitimate orders, and ignore the whims of half-wits. But how could the robot tell the difference?  A prototype robot was designed in such a way that it could learn to decide who it should obey, and who it should ignore… and George-10 concluded that what with the vagaries and idiosyncrasies of humanity, the only people in any way qualified to give orders to robots would be other robots.
This is the very reason why I always make a point of thanking the Alexa whenever I ask anything of it.
 
I Munzed, and got Wordle (arise) on the fourth attempt. That took some doing this morning. I then strained my brain on Steve’s “Guess the Lyrics” radio competition. “Let’s do the milk shake, Sell it like a hot cake”. No? I’d no idea either. “er indoors TM said it sounded familiar… not to me it didn’t. As we drove round to Dog Club Steve gave out the answer - it was Pop Muzik by the one-hit-wonder M.
Of course it was.
 
Dog Club was rather good. We all stood chatting in a field whilst fifteen (I think) dogs ran round playing. Treacle lost two tennis balls… Treacle insists she has a tennis ball for Dog Club and seems to lose at least one every time. The only real problem we had today was that something or other had had a profoundly laxative effect on the dogs; there was certainly a pot of “unloading” going on.
 
As we drove away Steve was doing the Mystery Year competition on the radio. Cyndi Lauper – “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” – 1983. Well… her first version of that song was. She did another version in 1994.
Rather than going home we got petrol and drove up to Knatt’s Valley where there was a geo-event going on. Our plan was (what with having the dogs along) to make a flying visit, and that’s what we did. We were there long enough to say hello; it is always good to catch up with old friends.
 
We came home for a spot of lunch. I did the Dog Club Money and then, having been emailed the work rota, had a look at the next quarter’s work shifts. I did a little CPD, handed the chess bots their arses on a plate, then we had a minor tidy-up.
 
Chris arrived with the Infinity Table, and Steve and Sarah were hot on his heels. We had a very good evening, A game of Game of Life in which I didn’t score that highly. A game of Sorry in which I was nearly (but not quite) last. And a game of Ticket to Ride… I think it fair to say that my average score was fourth out of five.
I suspect the five pints of stout probably didn’t help…

7 Movember 2025 (Friday) - Folkestone and Back (Twice)

For the third day running I peered into Facebook expecting to see all sorts of posts about the final of the TV show we’d watched the night before only to see nothing at all on the subject. Had we not made a point of watching the shows live then I’m sure we would have seen spoilers. But watching the shows live meant we saw the adverts… it’s the first week of November and the Christmas adverts are out. There are those that go mad for Christmas; I would like to be one of them, but by starting it all two months in advance means that by the time Christmas comes I’m rather fed up with hearing about it.
There was talk about the upcoming Lego model of the USS Enterprise-D (from Star Trek). Personally I feel the thing looks awful, but as usual I am in the minority for thinking that.
I Munzed and Wordled, and fed the dogs. Treacle turned her nose up at her brekkie this morning. That’s unlike her.
 
Pogo (and “Daddies’ Little Angel TM) arrived, and Pogo joined me and the other dogs on our morning walk. We went to Orlestone… As we parked up I saw someone just sitting in his car in the car park. There’s often people sitting in their cars in the car park there. I can’t help but wonder what they are up to.
We walked a rather truncated walk to avoid the mud we found earlier in the week, but we still covered over two miles.
 
We came home. No one needed a bath, which was a result. I drove “Daddies’ Little Angel TM and Pogo home… only to find they’d lost their keys. A quick phone call and we located the keys… fifteen miles away back in Ashford.
It didn’t take that long to go back to get them.
I came home via the Folkestone Sainsburys where I picked up some odds and ends and a Victoria sponge muffin for our lunch. Have you ever had a Sainsburys Taste The Difference Victoria sponge muffin? Don’t bother… To be fair, it wasn’t bad. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was expecting much more. It was a rather disappointing way to scoff nearly a third of my daily calorie allowance.
 
The plan for the afternoon was to mow the lawn, but the lawn was a tad wet. So I settled in front of the telly and watched a couple of episodes of “The Witcher” in which the foxy one flopped them out, which was a tad unmoral of her.
 
“er indoors TM boiled up fajitas for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the first episode of “Celebrity Race Across The Worldwhich in a novel break with tradition featured some (but not all) celebrities of whom I’d heard. When I watch people in that show struggling to book transport in bus and train stations, I always remember the young couple we met a few times in Uzbekistan. Following pretty much the same itinerary are us, it was so much easier for us being on an organized trip rather than trying to sort it all out for ourselves as we went along. It seems hard enough to find the bus or train station, and when you do, no one understands you.
 
My phone beeped – we’ve hit the first of this month’s three Munzee clan targets. That’s a result. And I’m now one week into MoVember. It seemed such a good idea after a few beers last Friday.
There’s still time to give a bung for it…

6 Movember 2025 (Thursday) - Walk, Ironing, Telly

I slept well for once; waking after seven hours sleep. It was a shame that my hips ached, but there it is. I made toast and had a look at the Internet as I do. People were complaining on the local Facebook pages about how fireworks were still being let off at nearly midnight last night. Were they? I can’t say I noticed. But what I did notice was how our dogs weren’t at all bothered by the fireworks. Normally going berserk at the slightest provocation they couldn’t have cared less about all the flashing and banging last night.
People were also complaining about the poor standard of driving round Ashford. They probably had a point. The trouble with local drivers is that (for the most part) everyone knows what they are doing and assumes that everyone else will do what they should, and acts surprised when they don’t. Just because someone is in a “turn right” lane is absolutely no reason whatsoever to think that person intends to turn right. For all that there are a lot of people driving round Ashford who are hopelessly in the wrong, matters aren’t helped by everyone else assuming that other drivers have the faintest idea what they should be doing.
And as I scoffed my toast so my phone rang. A pre-recorded message supposedly from “Indeed Himan Resources” asking me to add their number on WhatsApp so we could discuss a job offer. Pah! The recorded voice was one of the most miserable I’d ever heard. I blocked the number… my list of blocked numbers is quite long.
I Munzed, got stuck on Wordle, and stood up. Bailey immediately got over-excited. For all that the dogs like their walks, it is definitely Bailey who wants to go out the most. The other two take a little shifting from their beds.
 
Leaving some workmen putting ladders up on not so nice next door’s house I took the dogs out. As we drove to the woods, In Our Time was on the radio. Have you ever heard that show… I won’t say it is a good show; it is variable. Sometimes it is riveting and interesting. Other times dull. This morning’s was surprisingly captivating, explaining the Pauli Exclusion Principle. It’s a fundamental concept in quantum physics and for all that those in the know like to complicate the thing, it’s a rather simple idea. It basically states that two things can’t be in the same place at the same time. Which is why you can’t walk through a wall.
 
We got to the woods; we had a good four and a half mile walk. As we walked so something white ran across the path about fifty yards in front of us. An albino deer perhaps? There’s been talk of them in Kings Wood but I’ve never seen one. Before.
As we walked we chased squirrels and woodpeckers, and I had a message from the most recent fruit of my loin who had run out of sugar and wanted to know if you could use icing sugar in tea. I am reliably informed that you can, but you probably wouldn’t want to.
 
We came home. Surprisingly the dogs didn’t need a bath. Whoever had been putting ladders up next door had gone. It doesn’t look like they’d done anything that I could see; you can still see daylight underneath the ridge tiles. I told her about that months ago; I can’t help but wonder if she’s making a point of ignoring the problem purely because I told her there was an issue. Still… it’s her roof that would be leaking. We had ours done earlier in the year. Or was it last year?
 
I made us both a cuppa and renewed the house building and contents insurance. Our previous insurer wanted almost double what Hastings Direct wanted… and when I called the last lot with an issue last Christmas they didn’t want to know. When they came bothering me to renew and I told them about the bad experience I’d had with them and how expensive they were, they really didn’t care. Their loss…
I put a load of shirts in to scrub; they are always best ironed whilst still wet. And whilst the washing machine did its thing I wrote up some CPD.
Once it finished I cracked on with the ironing, and as I ironed I started something new on Netflix… I say “something new”; there’s a new season of “The Witcher”, but all I could remember about it was that it starred him who was in the “Superman” film, so I started watching it from the beginning. It was as well that I did; I didn’t really remember very much about it at all.
I then had a little rummage in the boot of the car. The car has smelled very musty recently; I blame wet dogs. I took out the topmost carpet squares and the blanket. Hopefully that will make a difference.
 
“er indoors TM boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching a film we’d recorded months ago.Snow White and the Huntsmancould have been a good film… but like all films it went on for far too long. It also really didn’t need quite so many gratuitously bloody and violent battle scenes.
 
A new series of “Celebrity Race Across The World” started tonight. Why is it that our SkyQ box records all sorts of crap that is of no interest to us, but doesn’t record series that we actually watch? We’ll have a look at the BBC i-player tomorrow.
Then having been watching series finales this week, we then watched the last episode of “Celebrity Traitors”. Again I won’t say what happened, but I certainly sat up and took notice at the end.
 
And don’t forget that there’s still time to give a bung for this annoying MoVember thing…

5 Movember 2025 (Wednesday) - Another Day At Work

I was again up rather earlier than I might have been. I scoffed toast whilst watching another randomly selected episode of “The Comic Strip Presents” then had a little look at the Internet in case I’d missed much overnight. I hadn’t, really, but there was an interesting post on one of the pond-related Facebook pages that I follow.  Some chap near Birmingham was closing his pond down as he couldn't afford to keep replacing his pumps. He's got through three in two years... I've got three pumps in my big pond... They must all be ten years old; if not more?
I had a quick Munz, then set off to work.
 
It was dark as I drove off this morning. I don't like driving in the dark; There's not that many people turn their headlights off of high beam when on the motorway. And again the motorway was either drive at forty miles per hour with all the juggernauts in the two slower lanes, or go at breakneck speed in the fast lane.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how the Chancellor of the Exchequer has her work cut out for her in her upcoming budget. I can't pretend to be her biggest fan, but bearing in mind just how comprehensively the previous government poggered the country's economy, whatever she does, she is on a hiding to nothing. 
There was a lot of talk about how Labour are worried about losing the next election to Reform UK... I don't see why. Objectively they are in a far better position than Reform UK who are losing seats as if it is going out of fashion. But Reform UK are obviously fans of the old adage "you can fool all of the people all of the time if you talk loud and confidently", and it is clearly working for them.
 
I popped into Sainsburys to get a sandwich, and thought I might cash in some of my Nectar points as I've got over fifty quid's worth of the things. Have you ever tried to cash in Nectar points? You have to spend them in lumps of five hundred (which is approximately amounts of three pounds forty pence) and make up the rest on your credit card or with cash. The nice man in Sainsburys said that this is a holdover from when Nectar points were on physical cards (a bit like Green Shield Stamps) and no one at Nectar HQ knows how to change it. It strikes me as a bit like farting about having to spend some money on a Nectar card and the rest on my credit card; especially when I put one pound and forty five pence on my credit card in Sainsburys this morning and my local corner shops won't accept a credit card for anything less than a fiver. But what do I know?
 
Work was work; it rained a bit this morning making a large puddle on the flat roof outside our window. And when the rain stopped so the goldfinches flew down for a bath. I quite like seeing them bathing; I probably spend far too long watching them. Today, in a novel break with tradition, they were joined by pigeons and pied wagtails. Here's a little observation - I've only ever seen pied wagtails in the grounds of hospitals. (I was in the Bird Club at primary school, you know).
 
The roads on the way home were even busier than they had been on the way to work. I got home, settled myself in front of the telly and promptly fell asleep. I was woken by “er indoors TM who had seen a UFO. Presumably some sort of drone recording all the fireworks; it was probably in severe danger of being shot down, what with it being fireworks night.
 
We had a plate of pie and chis for dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “Hunted”. I won’t give any spoilers, but I will say that the fugitives (and hunters) went to a few places in this episode where I’ve been.
Mind you, thinking about spoilers we watched the final of “Bake Off” yesterday so we wouldn’t know what happened before we’d seen it, and I’ve heard nothing about last night’s “Bake Off” at all today.

4 Movember 2025 (Tuesday) - A Day At Work

I slept well, but was still awake a tad earlier than I might have been. I seriously thought about having a shave. But with a hundred and thirty quid raised for MoVember so far I thought I’d better not.
I made toast and watched an episode of “The Comic Strip”; Netflix appears to be presenting them in random order for some reason. I had a look at the Internet. Not much had changed overnight, but I did have an email about a new Earthcache… in France. I Munzed, then taking care not to wake anyone I got ready for work.
 
As I walked to my car so a couple of kids (in secondary school uniforms) were having a great time over the road playing silly beggars in a supermarket shopping trolley. One was sitting in it, one was pushing them up and down the road. Both were squealing with laughter.
Interestingly as I drove off the pundits on the radio were talking about how there are moves afoot to have smartphones banned from schools, but loads of parents were dead against the ban as they use the smartphones to track the children. It’s all very well tracking the kids, but do you know what they are getting up to in supermarket trolleys? I never tracked “My Boy TM or “Daddies’ Little Angel TM, and I was never tracked myself. Mind you, looking back my mother would have laid an egg if she’d known I was clambering up the cliffs beneath Hastings Castle or playing on the railway track in Coghurst Woods.
There was also talk about Sir Paul McCartney who has released a new autobiography. Personally I’ve never much cared for his music, but I know I’m in a minority there.
 
The roads were very busy this morning; I was glad I’d got a sandwich at the local co-op as the motorway was heaving. It took an hour to get to work today.
Work was work… I did my e-learning on information governance today. Governance… does anyone *really* know what that means? Many years ago when I was a manager I wanted to do something or other one way (I can’t remember exactly what it was) and all the other managers wanted to do it the other way. Somehow keeping a straight face I said that we had to do whatever it was my way as there were governance issues… and everyone immediately backed down and let me have my way.
And four days of not shaving didn’t go unnoticed by my colleagues… several people commented that they’d never seen me unshaven before.
 
The roads were equally busy coming home. “er indoors TM boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the final of Bake-Off. Normally we would have recorded it and watched it tomorrow, fast-forwarding through the adverts. But there will be endless spoilers about the result tomorrow…
I won’t say who won.
 
And don’t forget that there’s still time (nearly a whole month) to give a bung for this annoying MoVember thing… I’m over half-way to hitting my second target.

3 Movember 2025 (Monday) - Orlestone, Hawkhurst

I had a rather good night’s sleep, which was something of a result. I got up and saw that my weight had gone up over the weekend, which wasn’t so good.
I made toast and peered into the internet as I do every morning. It was still there. Not much had happened over the weekend, or so it would seem by looking at Facebook. I’m sure people still do stuff; it’s just that fewer people tell the world what they’ve done.
But I did chuckle when I read the posts from just up the road in Harrietsham. The local council there has been given permission from the Reform UK Kent County Council to put up the street lights for Christmas…provided all the flags come down first (for safety reasons).
That’s ironic, isn’t it?
I saw a new puzzle geocache had gone live near work; I had a look at it, and after a few minutes saw what the puzzle was all about. Shortly after that I had which looked to be a plausible location for the thing. If I was working today that would have been a little adventure before work, but I wasn’t working and so it wasn’t.
I Munzed; the Munzee Clan War started today, and got Wordle (awoke) on the fifth attempt.
 
Pogo arrived, and he came out with me and the other three. We drove down to Orlestone. As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the spread of unlicensed ultrasound scanning. For all that there is supposedly strict control on just who can claim they are competent to perform ultrasound scans, it would seem that more and more people are just buying a scanner and having a go, and a gullible public is quite happy to pay them.
And there was talk of “Paddington – The Musical”. I suppose a musical featuring a known money-spinner is a better bet than something new and original (or am I just being cynical?).
 
We got to the woods. Last week I was amazed at how Orlestone wasn’t the swamp that it usually is in the winter… today it was. The lowest stretches were filthy, but we all had a good walk. Orlestone is ideal for a shorter walk; such a shame that it can be so muddy.
We came home and everyone had to have the mud hosed off of their bellies, then I made a start cleaning the fish tank until “Daddies’ Little Angel TM was ready to go home. I drove her and Pogo home, then finished scrubbing the fish tank. One of the little fish isn’t looking too healthy but I decided (was told!) not to flush him just yet.
 
We had a cuppa, I wrote up some CPD, then seeing the rain had stopped we took the dogs for a little walk. We drove out to Hawkhurst. As we drove so the rain came and went, but it held off for our walk. There was an Adventure Lab series around the village green, and it made for a good little walk. We called in to the village school, the fire beacon, the cricket ground, the church and a house which was once the home of the son of the fellow who discovered the planet Uranus.
It was a good walk…
 
We came home and had a cuppa and a chocolate croissant as a late lunch. I scoffed it as I did another YouGov survey, then had a little doze.
“er indoors TM went bowling; I settled on the sofa with a sleeping Morgan (the girls snored on the other sofa) and watched a film on Netflix. “Atlas starred Jennifer Lopez as some hard-ass woman saving the world from killer robots intent on wiping out humanity. It wasn’t a bad film, but like most films it went on for probably at least half an hour too long.
 
And don’t forget that there’s still time to give a bung for this annoying MoVember thing…

2 Movember 2025 (Sunday) - Dungeness

I had a good night last night; sleeping for nearly nine hours. I woke to the sound of rain. It was forecast; it wasn’t a surprise, but I always find the sound of rain to be depressing.
I got up, didn’t have a shave, made toast and peered into the Internet as I do most mornings. It was still there. Not much would seem to have happened overnight other than a few fireworks in Cuxton and Kennington. There were those who loved them, and those who were up in arms that their pets didn’t like them. It’s an argument that happens on-line hundreds of times every bonfire season. Bearing in mind our lot don’t react to fireworks I’m not really bothered either way, but pretty much the biggest achievement of the internet is that it allows people to have bitter and trivial arguments with uneducated half-wits that they will never meet.
Another achievement of the Internet is that using it to keep a diary means I can see what I’ve done before… I knew I’d done MoVember in the past. I’d forgotten that I’d done it three times, in 2008, 2009 and most recently in 2012 when I raised a hundred quid. This morning I saw I was already up to sixty-six quid.
 
Whilst we waited for the rain to stop I put in some washing, wrote up some CPD, Munzed and Wordled (rabid in three goes) whilst we listened to Lorraine Kelly on Desert Island Discs.
The rain stopped. I put undercrackers in to wash, cleared the dog dung from the garden and we took the dogs out. We needed one more specific geocache to complete the “Plush Bird Watching” series of Treasures, and there was one of those at Littlestone.
With that found we parked up just down the road at The Lade car park and started walking down the beach. We just kept going until I had an idea. I had a look at the map – The Pilot was just over the shingle bank, so we popped into the place for a spot of lunch. A pint of decent ale, a half of cider, a plate of chips and some whitebait. Very nice.
The Pilot has a very large dog-friendly area; about twenty tables with at least one dog at each table. It had the potential to be one big fight, but all the dogs were as good as gold. There was only a few barks and most of theme were from Treacle who was demanding more whitebait.
There was a minor issue as we sat down when the normal person at the table next to us assured me that having us sitting near his dogs wouldn’t work, but with no other tables free we didn’t have much alternative. As we left the chap said he was amazed at how well behaved his dogs had been. If he was that unsure if them he should really have had them on leads, but what do I know?
We walked back up the beach to the car where Bailey carried on trying to instigate fights with Morgan, and having found no end of foul beach things to eat on the way down, Treacle found even more on the way back.
I took a few photos of a very good walk… a shame that we can’t do it more often. I shall have to keep an eye on the tides.
 
We came home for a cuppa, and as we scoffed a very good dinner of home-made mushroom soup we watched last week’s episodes of “Bake Off” and “Taskmaster”.
Both were rather good.
 
And here we are at the end of the second day of MoVember. Some people regularly don’t shave at the weekends, and even go several days between having a scrape. How do they manage that?
The last time I did MoVember I raised a hundred quid so that was my target for this time… I hit that target this evening. I might just try to go a bit higher.
There’s still time to give us a bung. I *think* I’ve sent out links on Facebook, but just in case…

1 Movember 2025 (Saturday) - Late Shift

Yesterday as we drove home from Rye there was talk on the radio about Movember. Fuelled with enthusiasm I signed up for it, and this morning as I scoffed my toast I saw that I’d already raised over fifty quid. That’s not bad. You can donate by clicking here.
As I pootled on-line I had Radio Four on in the background. It was spouting its usual drivel as it does every morning. There was talk of the insurance company “Maiden Life” which has apparently cancelled all of its policies to cover funeral expenses. There were those ranting about how bad it was… I suppose this is the problem of private companies. If they go belly-up or decide they’ve had enough there’s not a lot that you can do, is there?
I Munzed; being the first of the month I chucked everyone out of our Munzee clan in readiness for November’s Clan War, got Wordle (motel) on the fourth attempt, and then turned over to Radio Ashford where Steve had just started the morning show. He started with the “Guess the Lyrics” competition. “A million lights are dancing, And there you are a shooting star”. No – I got that one right away – Xanadu by Olivia Newton John and the Electric Light Orchestra. When you think about some of the wonderful music that ELO has produced, it always strikes me as ironic that perhaps one of their weakest songs was their only No 1 single.
 
It had rained heavily overnight, but Saturday morning was still Dog Club. We put on coats and wellies and set off.
Dog Club was surprisingly well attended – I think I counted twenty dogs, but it was difficult to be sure. The dogs kept moving about. The rain held off but the field was rather muddy and the dogs all ended up filthy. There was a minor spat between two of the dogs but it was all shouting, it passed off as quickly as it started, and all the owners realized that it was just a minor spat.
 
As we drove home Steve was doing the Mystery Year competition on the radio. XTC – Making Plans for Nigel was 1979. Definitely. But this was followed by The Jam – Eton Rifles. That was earlier. I went for 1978 but was wrong. I had had been right with my first choice.
Once home the dogs got a thorough scrubbing, I played the bots at chess dot com, and set off to work… and sulked. The earlier rain had given way to a really bright day. I don't mind working when the weather is grim, but I'd rather be out doing stuff when I can.
 
As I drove up the motorway so I carried on listening to Steve on the radio. The Radio Ashford reception is odd. Going north it only reaches five miles to Kings Wood.  Going west it goes for over twenty miles to Cranbrook.  Going up the motorway this morning the signal eventually packed up at Leeds Castle - about ten miles. You'd think it would travel the same distance in all directions, wouldn't you?
 
I got to work and cracked on. For all that I sulked, as the afternoon wore on the weather got greyer, it was dark by half past five, and I didn't really have that much chance to sulk anyway (I was rather busy!), but I did find myself thinking about how Saturdays used to be back in the day.
When I first started in my line of work we would have morning staff in on Saturday. They would do their bit and go home at mid-day. Someone else would be on-call from then until nine o'clock the next morning, and would be called in from home as and when needed to deal with emergency cases. Back in the day they might get called in half a dozen times over that twenty-one hours. Any more than that would have been considered excessive, and words would have been said on the following Monday. These days things are rather different... I probably quite didn't have to deal with a hundred blood samples in my eight-hour shift today,  but it couldn't have been far off of it. I can't say I didn't stop, but I can say I didn't stop for very long at all, and was very pleased to see the night shift walk in this evening. It was only a shame that she was half an hour late; there’d been a serious accident on the A249 which had held her up…
But road traffic accidents notwithstanding, two of us would have worked pretty much constantly today where back in the day one person would only get off their arse maybe once every three hours or so.
And the money was better too, but that’s another whinge…
 
And here we are at the end of the first day of MoVember. Only twenty-nine more days to go…