I came back from the loo in the small hours and
tripped over a cable that “er indoors TM” had
left trailing over the floor. Whatever it was came crashing off of her chest of
drawers bringing all sorts of clutter with it. Deciding that she could clear it
later I went back to bed where I was plagued by vivid dreams in which I’d been
seconded to a laboratory which specialised in selling kites to Gilbert and
Sullivan enthusiasts.
I’d been asked to work today; I declined the offer and
eventually got up about an hour after I would have started.
Squabbles abounded on Facebook this morning. As I
scoffed my toast one of the “Lads Mags” pages posted a new theory of
cosmology which gave an alternate explanation for creation doing away with the
big bang. It sounded plausible from what I could understand, but I’ve got
several post-graduate qualifications and didn’t really understand it. However
several thickos who’d clearly failed the kindergarten entrance exam were
pontificating on the matter and loudly dismissing the theories of other who
were equally clueless.
And someone else was asking why churches needed to
have parking spaces reserved for the disabled. I thought it a valid point (but
decided not to comment). Those that disagreed were unable to explain why.
I spent an age struggling to glove a geo-puzzle, then
Wordled. Starting with “solve” I got it right with “sloop” on the
second go. I Munzed, and we got ready for an outing.
We drove out via Shadoxhurst where we paused for
geocachical reasons, and then (after a quick DNF at Blilbby as you do)
we went on to Bilsington. We wandered round the churchyard getting clues to
find a nearby geocache, then walked along the canal to Ruckinge following a
geocaching adventure lab series. The ad-lab was rather good; the footpath was a
bit awkward to traverse. So once we’d got to the furthest point of our walk we
came back over the fields. It was a shame that this took us past the most
rancid swamp ever, but the dogs loved it.
Once back at where we started we walked up to the bin
to dispose of the dog dung bags and saw the White Horse pub. We deserved a
pint. Or two. Late Red and Ruddles best, and the Kicking Goat’s Fresh Berries
cider too. Can’t be bad. Mind you, a pint of ale, half a pint of cider, two
bags of crisps and two bags of cheddars was fifteen quid. And this was followed
by a pint of ale and a bag of crisps for six quid twenty. Am I *really*
being mean in thinking this a tad excessive? I know it’s probably about the
going rate, but it’s a bit much, isn’t it?
We had hoped to get some of the new geocaching
Treasures that came out in the week. There’s seven to be had; we got two. And I took a few photos as we walked (pretty
much all were taken on the way back).
We came home where we had a serious scrubbing session
in the bath. The dogs stank. After an intense wash (with soap!) they
weren’t *quite* as rancid as they had been.
We did “FEED THE FISH”, and with that done it
wasn’t long before all the dogs were snoring. We had a cuppa and an out-of-date
cake.
I then had a pootle in the garden. Yesterday I found
some old planks of wood that I could use to bodge the planter the rats had a
month or so ago. I sawed them to the right size, and screwed them onto the
planter. And then the rain started. I’ll finish that job tomorrow. Possibly.
I put some washing and in solved a few more
geo-puzzles whilst “er indoors TM” boiled
up dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “Lego Masters Australia”
which I found randomly. The Sky-Q box was sold to me on the understanding that
it records stuff I want to see. It totally misses all of the Lego Masters and
the Bake-Offs, and records all sorts of other tosh with which I have no interest
whatsoever.
Maybe I need a new Sky-Q box which lives up to expectations?
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