With no alarms set I slept through until after eight
o’clock. I got up, saw it was raining, sighed, and made toast. I sighed again
as I peered into the Internet. Some idiot had the hump because he’s lost his legal case. He had sued the local
bus company because he felt that the rainbow logo on the bus offended his
religious sensibilities, but ironically lost his case for the simple reason
that he’d sued the wrong bus company. Would he have won if he’d sued the right
company?
Another idiot thought he had found incontrovertible
evidence that Noah’s Ark was real and (somehow)
consequently all of modern science was wrong, and was asking for financial
contributions to prove his theories. And another religious crackpot was
comparing modern society with “Salmon and Gamora”.
I get a load of religious nonsense on my Facebook
feed; none of the righteous can ever explain why their god never comes up with
the cash. Somehow the AI algorithm at Facebook would seem to have lumped
religious crackpot-ism in with flat Earth nonsense and anti-vaccination bollox…
oh, there’s a *lot* of it out there.
I Munzed. I opened two Qrates, and I had an email
saying that Munzee HQ had sorted my issue with the missing Widdlz Workshop. I
Wordled. Starting with “wrong” didn’t give me a single right letter. I
started again with “table” and got it with “bless” on the third
go.
And then seeing how it was still raining I got on with
the ironing.
As I ironed I watched the last episodes of “The Doll”. It was an odd show. I thought it
was going to be a Polish version of “Upstairs Downstairs”; it featured
some successful and rich businessman who was looked down on by all the other
nobs because he wasn’t an aristocrat… even though he had tons of money and they
didn’t have a pot to piss in. It also featured some glamourous young woman who
everyone seemed to want to marry, even though she was horrible. A lot of the
plot hinged around someone or other having set light to a boat for no apparent
reason. I can only think the show lost a lot in translation.
The rain stopped; we went to the woods. As we walked
we met another dog walker we know by sight, and the foragers were having a
little (great big) campfire. They seemed happy enough; in theory there’s
no fires allowed in the woods, in practice not my circus, not my monkeys.
We walked our usual route without any episodes. Nor
any fracases, altercations or ding-dongs either. I suppose I should really
grade the severity of our (my) incidents really, shouldn’t I?
We came home. I Meowdoku-ed, and had a look at some
geo-puzzles. I solved one… and then “er indoors TM” drove
me round to the New Chimneys and Puzzle Club. For some time there’s been talk
of a Kent geocaching puzzle club and tonight was our first meeting. We already have
monthly geo-meet-ups, but they are more of a social thing. The idea for tonight
was to get together to share ideas and suggestions about solving geo-puzzles. I
must admit I had high hopes but low expectations, but the meeting went rather
well. No one was handing out answers (like I’ve heard happens at other
puzzle clubs) but instead we talked about puzzles that some of us had
solved and those who’d solved them gave suggestions and pointers. And we looked
at puzzles that none of us had solved and brainstormed. We had fifteen people
along… we shall certainly do this again.
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