I woke up shivering in the small hours because an
alliance of “er indoors TM” and the dogs had
captured all of the duvet. As I was awake I headed to the loo and tripped over
most of the bedding which was on the floor. Once I’d done my thing I
reorganized the bed.
Over brekkie Morgan and Pogo had a minor quarrel. It
sounded quite vicious, but stopped as quickly as it started. What was that all
about?
As I scoffed toast I referee-ed a minor squabble on the
Upstairs Downstairs. Someone wasn’t happy that someone else had posted
something about what one of the characters had done in another show. It wasn’t
offensive, or irrelevant, but some people really do want to argue about
anything.
And there was talk about how the local Reform UK county
council wants to appoint “political
assistants” who will advise on party political matters and
promote those policies to the public… for an annual salary of more than what I
get. To be fair to Reform UK they’ve suggested that all the parties at the
council get a bit of the pie, but bearing in mind that they got into power on
the promise of cutting waste they seem to be quite good at generating waste.
Despite the drizzle I took the dogs out. As I drove “In Our Time” was on the radio and
was talking about Charles Dickens. It was rather interesting; I found myself
thinking back to my time at school when we read some of his books for English
Literature “O” level when Mr Delaney seemed to do his level best to kill the
books stone dead. I’m sure that wasn’t his intention…
We went to Elhampark Wood for our walk today. It
wasn’t the best of places to walk in that, like Longbeech Woods (near
Charing), most of the paths are straight lines going from the road, and so
it is difficult to make a circular walk which allows the dogs to be off the
leads the whole time. But we had a decent walk really. The dogs seemed to enjoy
it, and no one ran off or got into mischief. Bailey rolled in fox muck, but
that is a given, isn’t it?
Our main reason for trying somewhere new today was
that a new geocache had gone live there three days ago. I mentioned that I’d solved
the puzzle yesterday but had decided against chasing
the FTF… This morning as I scoffed toast I’d seen that it was still not found
but had three watchers. Had people had a go and not logged DNFs?
I spent ten minutes searching… and gave
up.
We had our dog walk, and on the way back
to the car as we were walking past I spent another ten minutes to no avail. As
we walked away I saw the tree where I would have hidden a cache. And there it
was… My phone made the co-ords fifty feet out, but to be honest my phone isn’t
the most accurate.
I took co-ords and posted them to the
chap who’d hidden the thing, but I was First One to Find It… and that’s always
worth having. The trouble is I’ve now started another FTF streak. I wonder how
long this one will last.
As we drove home “The Infinite Monkey Cage” was
on the radio talking about the Dunbar
Number; which is “a suggested cognitive
limit to the number of people with whom one can maintain stable social
relationships”. Or in English “the number of people you would not
feel embarrassed about joining uninvited for a drink if you happened to bump
into them in a bar”. It’s supposedly about a hundred and fifty, and
apparently that is the average amount of Facebook friends that anyone has.
I’ve got over six hundred…
We got home just as the rain started with a vengeance.
The drizzle that was drizzling as we left home had soon stopped. We’d had a dry
walk, and had been lucky with the timing
The dogs had a bath. Muddy bellies and poo-ey backs
all got sorted. The dogs were soon asleep and I made us both a cuppa.
I did a little more marking of trainee work, I Munzed
and Wordled, fixed the hole in my pocket, read my Kindle for a bit and had a
little sleep.
I put some laundry in, wrote a reference for a
colleague with whom I used to work, and thought about water snails. The fish seem to have stopped
eating the plants; maybe some snails will clear up the algae.
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow…
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