I woke to the sound of a dog jumping off the bed. That
wouldn’t be Bailey; she’s too small to jump that far. I heard the sound of ears
thrashing about as a head was vigorously shaken. That would be Morgan who got
up. I leapt up. If he’d got up he needed the loo, and if he can’t get into the
garden he’s not above dumping in the bathroom. The other dogs will “bake it”,
but not Morgan. I ran downstairs to find him by the back door and I let him
out, but widdling or downloading wasn’t high on his list of priorities. There
was a lot of playing silly beggars in the garden to be done first first.
Eventually he came back in and went to sleep on the
sofa. I made toast and looked at the internet. It was rather dull. But I had a
emails
The geocaching puzzle club
meet I set up yesterday had been accepted and published by
the geo-feds.
And Lucia (the pig farmer in the Philippines)
had repaid some of the money I’d lent her last month.
I sent out three birthday wishes, Munzed and Wordled.
Starting with “sound” I eventually ended up with “bingo” on the
fifth go.
I got the dogs onto their leads but by the time we’d
walked ten yards to the car the rain had gone from drizzle to torrential. The
nice lady on the radio had said the morning would be “sunny with a few
showers”. It might have been where she was.
We abandoned the walk and came home where I spent a
while looking at puzzle geocaches. There’s a *lot* out Sandwich way that
boil my piss. I’ve been looking at them for years and still can’t figure them
out.
After a couple of hours spent brain straining I’d
solved nothing. Am I being a sourpuss-grumpy-face in wondering if some
people really don’t want their puzzles solved… which is one of the reasons I’d
set up this geocaching puzzle club. So in the spirit of possibly getting myself
a few more hints I sent out over fifty personal invitations to this meet just
in case someone might give me a hint or two…
And then I saw that the rain had eased up. We went for
our walk.
We did our usual circuit of the woods. As we walked we
saw loads of red toadstools, and I saw the deer. The dogs didn’t, but they got
wind of something in the roots of a tree and did some serious digging.
Morgan rolled in something, and Treacle waded in swamps. As we came to the end
of the walk Morgan put the wind up some foragers. He does that.
We were right to have postponed our walk. At half past
eight it was hossing down. At half past ten the rain had stopped, and there was
glorious sunshine by mid-day.
We came home where muddy tummies were washed down, and
I spent a while trying to solve another geocaching puzzle. One
I’d set myself. I’d been asked for a hint on how to solve it; I
couldn’t remember how to do so, and I’d created it.
I wrote up some
CPD, I played some Meowdoku and then there was a frantic
hammering on the window. I went outside to see three teenagers arguing with a
chap about twenty yards down the road. One of the children came up to me and
demanded that I gave him my slippers. And then said “f*ck the slippers, give
me your glasses”. I know it’s probably not politically correct but I was
about to give the child a slap when his mate shouted “run” and the three
of them ran off. The chap they’d been arguing with walked up the road on his
phone to the police; they’d given him a hard time too. He gave my details to
the police, but I doubt anything will come of it. Back in the day I used to
knock on people’s front doors and run away. Admittedly I was probably about
half their age, but children aren’t allowed out of their houses any more, are
they? Take Kings Wood or Orlestone where I walk the dogs. You’d think that kids
would play in those woods, wouldn’t you. They are only just over half an hour
away on a bike. When I was a lad we’d walk miles to play wide games at
Fairlight sand quarry. There’s never any kids running riot in the woods like we
used to.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pie and chips which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Lego
Masters: New Zealand”. Both were rather good.
I’ve got to go to work tomorrow…
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