I woke shortly after at four o’clock in a cold sweat
following a nightmare in which I’d been seconded to take over the medical
laboratory at my old primary school which wasn’t making a profit. I wasn’t at
all sure that anyone could make a profit by performing blood tests (for free)
on small children, but what do I know?
I got up at seven o’clock, made toast and had a look
at the Internet. It was still there, and was much the same as ever. This
morning the political squabbles were rather bitter as people who are staunch
Reform and Conservative supporters were now dead against the war in the Middle
East which only a few days ago they’d been supporting. The reason for their
change of heart? – the leaders of their chosen political partes had changed their
minds. Politics winds me up. So many people choose a political party and then
go along with what that party says rather than forming an opinion of their own.
I saw my brother was off to see the football. Having
driven to Brighton to get on the coach at some silly hour he was on his way to
Sunderland.
I Munzed, got Wordle (ankle) on the fifth
attempt, and strained my brain as Steve did the “Guess the Lyrics”
competition on the radio. “Baby baby, when I lay with you there’s no place
I’d rather be”? No? It was “I Feel For You” by Chaka Khan. If it’s
any consolation I had no idea either.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club where I wasn’t
happy to see that the people at the later sessions had forgotten to shift last
week’s dog poo bag (again). But other than that we had a (mostly)
good session. It was a shame that Bailey escaped, but apart from that, a couple
of minor quarrels and some humping a good time was had by all.
It probably helped by having all the humans standing
in the sun where it was warmer. For some reason we always seem to stand in the
shadows.
From Dog Club we drove off for a little walk. AS we
drove Steve was doing the Mystery Year competition on the radio. When did the
SAS storm the QE2? 1972.
We listened to Steve as far as Leeds castle which was
where the radio signal gave out. From there we listened to my MP3 player until
we got to Sidcup and Scadbury park. There were geocaching souvenirs for finding
fourteen puzzle geocaches today, and with eighteen in the park, Scadbury seemed
to be the place to go to.
We’ve been there before (not that I can remember
the place) and I would certainly go back… but perhaps not at the weekend.
It was heaving with normal people. But for the most part they did their thing
and we did ours. It was only a shame that we dropped Pogo’s lead and had to
back-track a few hundred yards.
After a couple of hours we were back at the car. We’d
had a good walk, and as a geocaching walk I can’t recommend it highly enough.
About as many caches as it would be possible to get, mostly straightforward
finds…
I took quite a few photos whilst we were out.
We took a little diversion on the way home to drop
Pogo home after his little holiday. We met up with his mummy at the playpark
where she was having some time with little Jake. Little Jake isn’t so little
anymore; he’s taller than his grandmother. We’d not seen him for far too long,
and after a little ice-breaker with the dogs today we will definitely meet up
again. Soon.
We came home via Repton where I was pleased to see
that the dog poo bag had gone. I don’t know who took it, and (in all honesty)
I don’t much care. It has been sorted and so that is one less thing for me to
do.
Once home we had a cuppa. I did the geo-admin to get
the e-souvenirs, had the obligatory go on ChatGPT then went back out to my car.
As we’d driven my car had whinged that the tyre pressures were low so I pumped
them up. I’ve not done that for four months. Is that bad? I never used to pump
up the tyres on previous cars. Partly because they never whinged at me about
low tyre pressure, partly because no one else checks tyre pressures, but mostly
because the nice man in the garage had told me that tyre pressures are a
servicing thing. Was he wrong?
We had a little doze, then got the Infinity table out
and played “Ticket to Ride” pretty much all the way around the world… we
had a little drinkie or two as we played. It was all rather vague by the time
the amaretto came out. I thought I had three bottles of the stuff,,, I could
only find one,
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