I went to the loo at half past four and noticed all
the lights on next door. She always gets up silly-early. I went back to bed
where I fought a minor battle with some small dogs to eventually secure a small
strip down the side of the bed. I eventually got back to sleep.
I got up, made toast and had a look at the Internet.
Someone was claiming that NASA had inadvertently provided incontrovertible
proof of the bible’s account of the crucifixion
of Jesus… or that is incontrovertible to those who can’t tell
the difference between the sun and the moon. It never fails to amaze me how truly stupid are so keen to show off their stupidity.
And I saw an old colleague had died. Like me, he too
fell foul of a management who did the dirty on him. I can’t pretend I was best
of mates with him; I’d not seen him in twenty years, but in later life he
became a bailiff for a local fishing club, and when checking “My Boy TM”’s
fishing licence he remembered me and asked after me.
I Munzed. We reached our Munzee Guild monthly target
today… I thought some in our team had left it a tad late, but we got there. I
Wordled. Starting with “light” which gave me the “i”. “Minor”
helped a bit more, and “wiper” got me closer still. “Cider” had
me marking time, and I got it with “river” on the last attempt.
As I Wordled so Bailey sat with me on the sofa, and
she ate all of her brekkie, which was a result.
I took the dogs up to the woods. Yesterday I finished
my audiobook of “Day of the Triffids”. I’ve now started “The Chrysalids” by the same author. I
first read this book at school which (along with many others) our
English teacher did his level best to kill stone dead by insisting that we
tried to pretend that various parts of the storyline were allegorical of things
that they weren’t.
We got to the woods where the drizzle eased up, and we
walked our usual circuit round the woods. The foragers were out in force, but
yet again they were scouring the area within sight of the car park which had
already been picked clean. There’s loads of mushrooms and chestnuts to be had
deeper in the woods, but few people ever go there.
As we walked the dogs wallowed in puddles and rolled (rather
impressively) in fox poo.
We came home for baths.
I made us both a cuppa, and after I’d had a fight with
the software I wrote up some
CPD. When I find anything interesting at work I make a
few notes in a draft email, then use those notes for when I write things up
properly. However every link I tried to open from the draft email went through
some security protocol which was probably a wonder of technology in every way
but one. That one being that it didn’t actually open the link. Copying and
pasting directly into the browser did though.
I then fought with some geo-puzzles in the Cheltenham
area. There weren’t many, and those that there were strained my brain somewhat.
So I tried my trick of feeding the puzzle into Microsoft CoPilot, and the right
answers came out. Eventually. It was interesting that asking the same question
gave two different answers.
I got the ironing board out and set about that which
I’ve been washing over the last few days. As I ironed I watched a couple of
episodes of “Lost in Space” (the recent Netflix remake, not the
original).
Pausing only briefly to drop Pogo back with “Daddies’
Little Angel TM” we drove on to Kearsney
Abbey where a dozen or so fellow geocachers were meeting up in honour of World
Postcard Day. After a little while we realised that the constant dripping
on our heads was from the trees above; it had actually stopped raining. So we
came out from under the trees, stood in the open and began to dry out.
It was rather good to catch up with like-minded friends.
On the way home we stopped off to pick up a geocache
in Alkham which qualified for one of the new geocaching Treasures, and seeing
we were the first people to have found that one in over a year it was a
resuscitation too, which gave us bragging rights.
We came home. Having been out for the evening we got
KFC for dinner, and we scoffed it whilst watching last night’s episode of “Bake
Off”. The irritating one got the heave-ho, which was a result as far as I’m
concerned.
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