We had something of a late night last night, and so didn’t
get up until after nine this morning. I had a bit of a shave (now half my
face is up for shaving), made toast and had a look at the Internet. Several
people were squabbling about how TV presenter Kirstie Allsopp had been having a dig at
children’s author Michael Rosen for using a buss pass rather than paying for
his ticket. As Mr. Rosen pointed out, he’s entitled to the bus pass and he’s
used the NHS and state schools and other things to which he is entitled, and
why shouldn’t he?
Ms. Allsopp didn’t really do herself any favours by trying
to take the moral high ground; especially when it was pointed out that her father had been in
the House of Lords but didn’t make any speeches in there from 1999 until his
death in 2024. It turns out that Ms. Allsopp has been mired in controversy
before, suggesting that people might afford houses if they cut out” coffee,
Netflix, and going to the gym” before she quit Twitter.
Personally I can’t help but wonder why she picked these
fights in the first place.
People were also whinging on-line about the Christmas market at
Tenterden. We were there yesterday, Three quid for a cookie. Ten
quid for chips. The place was heaving with people with maybe one person in
fifty looking where they were going, with everyone blundering into everyone
else and seeming to be surprised when they did...
It would seem that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t
impressed.
A friend had started a group on Facebook for people
who *don’t* fill this fish tanks with all sorts of chemicals. The group
might take off; here’s hoping.
I Munzed, got Wordle (wield) on the third attempt,
and thought about doing something. Originally the plan for today was to go to
Hollingbourne for a film-show geo-meet, but it turned out that dogs weren’t
allowed in the place. We could have left them at home, but it can be arse ache
going out and coming back to collect the dogs and going out again.
The back-up plan was a dog walk round Mote Park, but the
weather was against us. So we did a few multi-geocaches that would give us a
little walk and qualify for Snow Globe Treasures with the plan that if the
drizzle turned into rain, we wouldn’t be far from the car.
We drove out to the arse-end of nowhere where we got the
number of a telegraph pole, did a few sums, and found a little geocache hidden
just up the lane. From there it was a short hop to Frittenden Village Hall
where we got some numbers from another telegraph pole, did more sums and then
went for a little walk looking at some rather nice garden ponds. And then into
Cranbrook where we’d got the final location of a multi-geocache some time ago,
but had got distracted and went to the pub instead.
As it happened the drizzle stopped and we could have gone
round Mote Park anyway…but we got three snow globe geo-Treasures, which was
something of a result.
We got home shortly after two o’clock and had a quiet
afternoon. I get very stir-crazy and bored if I’m not doing something, but I
spent the afternoon sitting on the sofa. I finished the second book in a series of books that I can
thoroughly recommend if you like that sort of thing… “that sort of thing”
being best described as “Horatio Hornblower in outer space”. I wrote up some CPD, played the
bots at Mahjongg and chess, and had a little doze with the dogs… The dogs are
odd things. No one ever sees how they spend probably ninety per cent of their
time; snuggled up next to me fast asleep like teddy bears.
Did I ever mention that I never wanted a dog?
“er indoors TM” boiled up a
rather good Sunday roast which we scoffed whilst watching the second episode of
the current season of “Celebrity
Race Across The World”. There’s four teams, two are trying their best,
and two just seem to be on a free holiday.
We followed this with an episode of “Canal Boat Diaries”.
It’s a rather good show following the adventures of some chap sailing his
narrowboat along the canals of England. It looks like hard work, and I can’t
help but wonder how the chap finances a life of sailing his narrowboat along
the canals of England.
Meanwhile we’re now over the half-way point, and here’s the
links (again)…
One more bung, and we’ll be past the two hundred quid mark.
