I've never been one for
prologed lie-ins; before I got chronic insomnia I found that if I lay
in bed for too long I got serious back ache which prompted me to get
up. This morning after some nine hours sleep (!) I woke with
one of those back aches. Result!!
Mind you I suspect
yesterday's intestinal unpleasentness had something to do with my
tiredness.
Brekkie, and then on with
another day of doing very little. Having had the dodgy guts on
Tuesday night the boss told me I was not to return to work for two
clear days after my symptoms had abated. So being under orders not to
go to work I took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk round the park. We went via the charity shop where I got a
hard rubber ball for his ball-chucking stick. We played with the
rubber ball in the park. We saw "OrangeHead and her Chunky
Little Friend", we ("Furry Face TM")
rolled in fox poo, we came home for a rather serious bath.
Once home and once "Furry
Face TM" was bathed I mowed the lawn. I
could have done a *lot* more in the garden, but my heart isn't in
gardening any more. I watched a film I'd recorded a while ago.
"Looking for
Eric" is a British film; quite a bit of violence... I
liked it. And with film watched I had a look on-line. A new geocache
had gone live. Just over a mile away. I popped the lead onto "Furry
Face TM" and we sped off. I arrived to see
a couple of friends already there. At first my heart fell; I'd been
beaten to the First to Find. Then I realised one of the assembled
throng was the person who'd hidden it. She'd been called up to check
co-ordinates. A quick search (followed by a prolonged search)
assisted by astute use of the experience cacher's eye and "Furry
Face TM" rooting and snuffling soon gave
us the cache in our hands. First to Find. Happy dance.
And jsut as I was leaving
we were joined by the chap who claims First to Find on 99% of the
local caches. Don't get me wrong - that chap is a realy good, decent
and likeable fellow, but I did feel smug that for once we'd beaten
him.
Home again, and I had a
quick sax practice. "Furry Face TM"
sang along with me. I wish he wouldn't. I went particularly squawky
at one point; my reed had split. Mind you I've had a few weeks' use
out of it; I can't complain really.
I'm feeling a little
better now - I suppose I really ought to show up at work tomorrow...
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