I slept through till six o’clock this morning, but
woke aching. I ache more and more these days. I came downstairs to find Morgan
in his basket. He said hello and ran upstairs, but by the time I’d had a shave
he was back downstairs again. He looked at me and looked at the stairs so I
went up with him. Treacle was standing on the edge of the bed glaring at him.
He’s scared of Treacle; if she’s on the bed or on a sofa he doesn’t dare go up.
He looked at me again and I lifted him up past Treacle. Once he’s up and on the
same level as Treacle all is fine; it’s just the getting up that is an issue.
I went back downstairs, made toast and had my usual
look at the Internet. For once it was remarkably quiet. I sent birthday wishes
to my nephew’s three Facebook accounts and then Munzed. I opened a qrate and
got a cubimal (as one does) then Wordled my way from “slept”
through “grout” to “afoot” as no other word would fit.
I wasted twenty minutes trying to work out how to
change my status in the works Whatsapp group to read “The fat bald one”,
and then Steve came on the radio. This morning’s “Guess the Lyrics” was
“Some people work for a living some people work for fun. Girl I just work
for you”. No. I had no idea either. It was Wham – “Everything She Wants”.
We drove round to Repton and Dog Club where a good
time was had by all. He played chase, we fetched balls, we had treats. All
rather simple pleasures, but we all love it.
As we drove away Steve was doing the Mystery year
competition on the radio. Quite a few songs that I’d not heard, and the
question of when did the first run of Doctor Who end. I knew that was 1989, so
why did I say 1990?
We drove up to Chartham for a little walk. As we’d
driven home past Chartham last Sunday so two new geocaches had gone live. Over
the week one friend had gone out and couldn’t find them. And still with no one
having logged First to Find we thought we’d try our luck. The two of them (and
another geocache) would mark out a walk of two miles.
We started badly… Looking for the first cache had us
rummaging on a fence just outside someone’s back door. We gave up and went on
with our walk. We went up through the village and across fields with a rather
spectacular view down to a rusting barn in which there was supposedly a
geocache hidden. Having the farmer standing there watching rather put us off
searching.
We walked along the lane to where the
next cache was supposedly hidden. Geocache hides are graded by
the hider with a rating from one (rather obvious) to five (fiendishly
difficult). This one had been rated as a two. I eventually found it; I
think a rating of four might have been more appropriate. But a find is a find.
And a First to Find is even better. The cache was named “FTF can name this
cache” so I sent in a suggestion for a new name…
Our route took us back past the first cache
that we’d failed to find earlier. But having seen the one we did find gave me
an idea of what we might be looking for, and we soon found it. And another
First to Find too.
And as an added bonus as we drove home we stopped near
Wye where a bouncing Munzee garden had landed (as they do) and we Munzed
like things possessed until the garden bounced off to somewhere else in the
world.
We came home. According to the forecast the rain was
supposed to have started by the early afternoon. It was rather sunny. As we’d
walked we’d gone past a little shop where we’d got a coffee and walnut cake. We
had some of that with a cuppa and I counted up the takings form Dog Club. We
had twenty-one pounds eighty-six pence. At one pound fifty per dog, how did
that work?
I then spent a little while building the Lego hibiscus
that I’d got for Christmas. I’m quite pleased with it. As I Lego-ed so we had a
hailstorm. The weather forecast wasn’t *that* far out.
I planned a little walk for tomorrow, and then Chris
popped round. After the little hiccup with the internet connection between our
Infinity Tables the other night he thought he’s sort out our router.
It resisted sorting.
But we got out our Table and played all sorts of
versions of “Ticket To Ride”. I do like that game…
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