My piss boiled as I peered into the Internet this
morning. The leader of the Conservatives had the gall to
be finding fault with the state of the nation. She talked a good fight and
completely overlooked that the country’s woefully undersized army and police
force, complete lack of space in the prisons, the rise of five million on the
NHS waiting list and increasing the national debt from seventy per cent of GDP (which
it was in 2010) to pretty much one hundred per cent (which it was when
her lot were comprehensively thrown out at the last election) was all down
to the previous government. And then she had the gall to say what a success
privatising all the nation’s infrastructure had been. And if anyone thinks it
was a success, maybe they could explain the endless drought orders and why we
can pump gas across the country but not water. I’m not saying the current lot
are perfect, but the Conservatives have had their chance and been found
wanting.
I also saw that you can now find the price of petrol
in various filling stations from
the Google app, and can you believe it is six years since Argos last
printed a
physical catalogue?
And I had a message from the NHS app telling me what
they’d told me in a letter yesterday.
I Munzed – our Munzee Guild had reached the first of
our monthly targets. I Wordled from “guild” (which gave me nothing at
all) and I eventually got it on the last attempt with “strew”.
There was a knock on the door – the roofer was putting
the scaffolding up. That woke the dogs. We left them putting scaffolding up and
set off to Kings Wood. It was a shame that Morgan had to be an idiot around one
of the dogs we saw. Mostly he is fine, but sometimes he is just stupid.
As we walked we found ourselves behind a couple of
women walking along chatting. I say “chatting”; “bellowing at each
other” might be a better description. I could hear them from two hundred
yards away. But they eventually went off in another direction and left us to
enjoy the peace and quiet. We saw a deer as we went, but (as they so often
are) it was too quick for me to get the camera focussed in.
We met one of the normal people who had a rather posh
camera and proudly announced that he was photographing mushrooms.
We had a (mostly) good walk. A shame the same
couldn’t be said about the drive there and back. I hadn’t realised that today
was “drive like a dildo” day. As we drove out of the end of our road so
I slammed on the brakes to avoid a mobility scooter the driver of which had
randomly decided to veer in front of our car with no warning whatsoever. And on the way home I had to do another
emergency stop to avoid a taxi who just stopped dead for absolutely no reason.
Add to that the arrogance in the traffic in the filtering by the new McDonalds…
We came home via Sainsburys where we got Belgian buns
for lunch, and I had a stroke of absolute genius. I’ve got a geocaching
adventure lab credit and no idea what to do with it. Saturday is the monthly
county geocaching meting – I could put out an ad-lab at the pub based on
previous monthly meets. So I set about downloading the web pages of the
previous one hundred and eighty-two meets. Doing so wasn’t as easy as it might
sound. It took over an hour to get what I wanted, and when I finally had it I
had a problem. The idea of an ad-lab is a bit of a quiz… and I had no idea what
questions I might ask.
So I took a deep breath and (would you believe it)
had another stroke of absolute genius. I just devised a generic geocaching quiz
with a few silly pictures and jokes. Hopefully it will make the punters smile.
We did “FEED THE FISH”, or that is me, Treacle
and Bailey did. For all that Morgan is the greediest dog, he’s not at all
interested in the dried rice that the fish have.
“er indoors TM” had
been house-sitting recently. She took the keys back and then we settled down to
watch “Celebrity Traitors”, and met with disaster. The scaffolding was
blocking the satellite signal.
I-player to the rescue…
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