I made the mistake of going to the loo in the small
hours and came back to bed to find I’d got an eight-inch wide strip down the
edge of the bed in which I could try to get back to sleep. I tried to push the
dogs over, but there’s some strange feature of canine physiology by which a
dog’s weight increases ten-fold when they are asleep.
I managed to get back to sleep, and despite the noise
of the bin men I stayed in my pit until after eight o’clock.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet.
What with it being Good Friday someone had gone onto one of the Lego-related
Facebook pages and put up a picture of a Lego model of Jesus on the cross. That
stirred up no end of arguments.
And there was (yet another) argument about…
well to be honest on the one hand were “women born in the wrong bodies”
and on the other hand were “men in dresses” depending on your personal
perspective. Whatever you call a trans woman, should that person be allowed
into women-only spaces? Various arguments were ranted on both sides, but as is
always the way in life the ultimate decision will be made by the one who will
make the effort to shout the loudest.
And on those lines a local councillor was on one of
the local Facebook pages making a personal attack on another local councillor.
I had an email. PayPal have given Avast Software fifty
quid for a lap-top tune-up package which I neither needed nor wanted. I asked
for a refund… eventually. The PayPal website wasn’t the easiest to navigate
through.
I also went through the Avast site where a bot offered
to refund sixteen quid. I told it to get knotted and it offered twenty-seven
quid. I told it to get knotted again and it eventually refunded the lot but
would seem to have cancelled my antivirus package too.
I Munzed. The Munzee Clan War started today. I Wordled
from “money” through “saner” and “sends” to “singe”,
and we got ready for the off.
“er indoors TM” had
reports of issues with her geocaches in Hamstreet woods, so we took the dogs
there for a look-see. The dogs were mostly well behaved but there were a few
issues with rolling in fox poo and eating horse poo. Geocaching-wise we sorted
the issues, but as usual there wasn’t anything wrong that couldn’t have been
put right in less time than it took to whinge that there was an issue.
We came home via the garden centre at Hamstreet. They
didn’t have any polyanthuses. What was that all about?
We had a cuppa. “er indoors TM” wrote
up the geo-admin stuff from the morning’s excursion. I wrote up some
CPD, and looked at various options for antivirus
software. Like with everything there were as many options as there were people
to suggest them. But one bit of advice was useful – don’t go with the “auto-renew”
option. Let the company prompt you at renewal time; threaten to go to a
competitor and you’ll get a bargain. Like I’m hoping to get by not continuing
with my current antivirus supplier.
We did “FEED THE FISH” and when I topped up the
fish food tub I saw that I’d emptied our back-up supply. Good old Amazon will
send some more in the week. Hopefully.
We got the infinity Table out and spent the evening
playing “Ticket To Ride”. There was a minor hiatus for kebabs and dog
dinner. At half past eleven the score was declared. Ten-nil. I lost…
“Good Friday”… it wasn’t bad really. Back in
the day Good Friday would have been one big booze-up at the Chambers beer
festival in Folkestone. Those were good days, but I would (quite literally)
piss over a hundred quid up the wall every time. After a few years of doing
this, Good Friday became a five mile geocaching walk with over forty friends
followed by a few hours in the pub.
COVID and lockdowns put paid to the social side of
geocaching (it is slowly recovering)
More recently Good Friday has been either working, a
hike or gardening. The plan for today had been a hike, but with friends being
unwell we postponed that plan. And it was too cold for gardening… I might do some tomorrow.
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