I had something of a restless night last night, and
eventually nodded off just before the alarm went off. Being woken by the alarm -
there’s a novelty.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet.
This morning there was quite a bit of talk about the Geocaching Association of
Great Britain (the GAGB). Despite
its rather impressive name, the GAGB has absolutely no formal standing with
geocaching.com whatsoever and is pretty much unknown to the wider community of
those who rummage under rocks for errant film pots.
Back in the days when the Internet was young the GAGB
started its life as one of those internet forums in which people used to bicker
constantly before Facebook was invented. It tried to make the transition to
social media, but therein lay its problem. It was an internet forum and pretty
much nothing else. Its membership is basically those who have subscribed to its
newsletter. Over the years several friends have suggested that I stood for
their committee, but what put me off was that during the fourteen years that
I’ve been asking, no one (least of all other committee members) seemed
to be able to tell me what they actually did, and I’ve only ever heard
from them when they wanted votes in their committee elections.
It would seem that they’ve now gone belly-up.
I Munzed, Wordled from “night” to “drake”
on the last attempt. Steve was on the radio doing the “Guess the Lyrics”
competition. He said this one was easy: “Theres a rumour going round the
town that you don’t want me around”. It might be easy for some… it wasn’t
for me.
I got dressed – putting on the same clothes that I
wore yesterday. They’d been washed yesterday evening and had dried in the heat
overnight.
Being Saturday we went round to Dog Club where we had
a rather good session. I counted eighteen dogs but it was difficult to be sure.
Treats were shared, squabbles were squabbled, a typical Dog Club really.
“er indoors TM” went
off to craft club, and as I drove home Steve was doing the Mystery Year
competition… When did the Pope come to Canterbury, and when did Genesis release
“Paper Lace”? I knew that one – 1982.
Once home I emptied the dishwasher. The thing has been
playing up lately; the glass isn’t sparkling like it used to. I’d topped up the
rinse aid and the salt, and used non-cheapo tablets, but still the glass needed
a rinse under the tap afterwards. I suspect the dishy needs replacing.
I got another coat of paint onto those tyres. We’re on
to the masonry paint now. The masonry paint seemed to go on rather quicker than
the primer; despite a serious shaking-up it seemed to be rather thinner. And
with the tyres painted I fiddled and farted about for the four hours it said to
leave between coats. It was then that I struck on the genius idea of getting a
stick and stirring the stuff. When you stirred it (as opposed to shaking)
it was considerably thicker.
“er indoors TM” came home from craft
club and we drove down to Brookland where there was a meet-up of local
geocachers going on. As we walked into the pub garden so the normal people’s
dogs kicked off, and our three totally ignored them. I felt rather smug.
It
was good to catch up with friends… even if we had met up with most of them only
a week ago.
We came home, and were soon joined by Chris, Steve and
Sarah. We sat in the garden for a while and got out the 3-D Blokus. I offered
sage advice (!) for the first game, and then won the second.
We came inside where despite a rather promising start
I came last in “Game of Life” and I amazed everyone (not least of
which myself) with a rather impressive winning score in “Ticket To Ride”.
Today had been rather busy… and I’ve covered about half
the steps that I’ve done every other day this week.
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