Despite a full-on day yesterday I didn’t sleep at all
well. It was gone midnight before I staggered off to my pit, but I was wide
awake listening to the assorted snoring and dreaming by three o’clock.
I eventually gave up trying to sleep at half past
seven and made toast. This time not with the apricot jam; I’ve rather gone off
of that stuff.
I had my usual look at the internet. One hundred and eight
people had sent birthday wishes, and quite a few others had commented on those
wishes. That’s one of the reasons that I like Facebook – it is so easy to keep
in touch with people that I don’t actually see from one year to the next.
And I saw that “The Great British Pub Crawl”
had been in Hastings over the last couple of days… I’m not quite sure what “The
Great British Pub Crawl” is all about. Regularly posting to Facebook, this chap
seems to be on a mission to visit every pub in the UK. But exactly how do you
finance this? The chap reported on twenty-five Hastings pubs over the last
couple of days. If he only had a half-pint in every pub, that’s over seventy
quid, and that’s not including his overnight accommodation. Is he being
sponsored or paid to do this?
I Munzed, then Wordled from “hurts” through “lumpy”,
“fudge” and “guano” to “guava”. I got “guava”
because it was the only thing that fitted. Apparently it’s a sort of fruit. One
lives and learns.
I then had a look at all the trackables left over from
yesterday’s geo-meet. Trackables are little things that get moved on from
geocache to geocache. I’ve got quite a few of my own that I’ve set off. In
theory you can follow their movements around the world. In practice they tend
to go missing. Half of mine have gone missing. People pick them up and forget
to log them. People pick them up and have no idea how to log them… I’ve logged
all that were left at the meet yesterday and told the system that I’ve got them.
There were quite a few, but right now there is only one left logged into the
meet. Hopefully whoever has got that will do the secret geo-ritual soon.
I challenged the bots at chess dot com and managed to
get one stalemate and one win against a level one thousand bot. I got beaten
several times, but this bot doesn’t gloat when it wins, which is polite of it.
I had planned on a little dog walk this morning, but
the weather was against it. And the dogs were worn out from yesterday. Even on
days when we have a decent walk, the dogs still sleep for probably eighteen
hours a day. Yesterday they were awake for about three times as long as they
usually are during the day, and so were catching up on sleep. They got up late,
grudgingly had brekkie, and then slept. Usually they ask to go for a walk, but
not this morning. “er indoors TM” went
shopping, and once I’d gathered the dog dung, filled the bird feeder and run
round with the hoover I sat with the dogs and we all had a little sleep.
“My Boy TM” and ”Auntie
Chel TM” came round for the afternoon and we had a rather
good time on the Infinity Table. “Sorry” and “Trouble” and “Tilez”
and “Ticket To Ride”… we had a very good few hours. And when they set
off home we played a couple more games of Ticket To Ride” – the Nordic countries
and the Asia versions.
For all that I’ve had a very lazy day today, I’m absolutely
worn out… Once the washing machine has done its thing and I’ve hung the washing
out, I’m thinking about an early night.
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