Morgan’s snoring into my ear woke me this morning. I
felt surprisingly chipper bearing in mind the amount of beer and port I put
down my neck last night.
I got up, made toast and wrote up yesterday’s diary,,,
eventually. My lap-top had a funny five minutes and wouldn’t highlight or copy
any text, and wanted to open endless amounts of new word documents for
absolutely no reason that I could fathom. Eventually I resorted to my universal
fix – I pulled its plug and started again. Generally if pulling the plug
doesn’t work then whatever the problem is, it is beyond fixing.
I had my usual rummage round the Internet; there were
quite a few photos from the works outing yesterday. There had been some
eighties music event in Maidstone yesterday. I’d been invited to go, but… I
wasn’t keen and we had other plans. Going out is all very well, but as time
goes on I’m going off of the idea. There isn’t a music event on the planet at
which the volume is less than deafening. The event was heaving with the normal
people. And I suspect the beer was about four times the price of the beer I had
last night.
I Munzed, and got Wordle on the third attempt… there
are only so many places that you can put an “m”.
We got the dogs organised and took them out. During
the week someone had posted to the Ashford Area Country
Walks Facebook page giving directions of a six-mile
walk from Eastwell church. We had an idea that it might be a good route for a
series of geocaches…
It wasn’t.
With probably a third of it across wide-open fields,
and a quarter of it along roads and lanes it wasn’t ideal for a trail of film
pots under rocks. But it was a good walk through the countryside even if the
local landowners did seem to have a bit of a thing for “Private – Keep Out”
signs.
The dogs got to run off their leads for some of the
way, but I watched Bailey “like a pork” (to coin a phrase) and
the moment she showed any sign of getting the red mist up, she went straight
back on the lead and we avoided any little episodes of standing at the edge of
an impenetrable thicket waiting for her to get bored with snuffling after
whichever mouse, rabbit, squirrel or figment of her imagination had set her off
this time.
I took a few photos as we walked. We came
home via Westwell where there was a geocache (it had to be done).
The dogs were filthy; they had a bath, and then we had
a cuppa with Mr Kipling’s Easter mini-Battenbergs. Have you tried them?
Supposedly raspberry flavour; they tasted of hubba-bubba bubblegum to me. They
aren’t unpleasant, but they wouldn’t be my first choice of a cake.
I read more “Harry Potter” on my Kindle app and
as I did, I felt a tad tired. I closed my eyes for a few minutes… and woke an
hour and a half later. What a waste of an afternoon. I shall be wide awake in
the small hours.
I wrote up a
little CPD, then “er indoors TM” boiled
up a chicken dinner which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “The Floor”.
I shall read some more “Harry Potter” in a bit…
I shall have a weigh-in tomorrow morning. What with a
long walk today I’ve eaten two thousand calories less than I need to break even
today. I bet my weight has gone up…
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