I didn't sleep especially
well last night and was watching the documentary about Royal Marines
in training before 6am. As I watched the telly I saw the bin men
coming up the road. According to the council's
web site we can leave out a bag of textiles for collection. We
left them a bag; they left it behind. Quite frankly I expected
nothing else from them. If you try to ask them why they aren't doing
the job they are paid to do they always have endless reasons for why
they should do as little as possible.
It's easier to just take
the rubbish to the tip myself.
We then set off to a
meet-up of geocachers which had been specifically organised for the
purpose of gathering geocachers for a geocache search... despite
section II 2.6 of the rules which says "An Event Cache should
not be set up for the purpose of gathering geocachers for a geocache
search". Much as I like going hunting tupperware, the hobby
would really benefit from having a fair-handed application of the
rules.
Today's meet was
specifically for people to meet up to go off to Germany for the giga-
geo-meet over the coming weekend; and for anyone else who was
interested to come along to wave them off. I'd booked today off work
months ago specifically to go off to Germany with them. It looked
like being a rather cheap weekend away until I realised that all that
was being offered on the deal was the coach trip; accommodation was
to be extra so I decided against going.
The meet-up was at the
Eureka park just off of Junction 9 of the M20; chosen as an ideal
place for people to meet up to get on to the coaches going to the
event in Germany. A couple of dozen of us met up to wave goodbye to
those going to the Giga-event. We stood around chatting for some
time, and eventually the news came through that the coaches (which
had set off originally from Milton Keynes) had been delayed.
Gradually everyone went their seperate ways, "er indoors TM"
set off to work, Lisa, "Furry Face TM"
and I went over to McDonalds for McBreakfast leaving those who were
going to Germany waiting for the coaches.
Having a dog with us we
sat outside Maccy D's to hace our McScoff, and with McBrekkie scoffed
there was still no sign of any coaches so we went off for a morning's
geocaching round Lydd. We had a good walk and found a few caches;
eventually giving up just before the forecast rain hit.
Once home I did some
fiddling about with the monthly accounts (skint) and then had
a look at what might just be the next craze. Ingress
is.... well, I'm not entirely sure what it is. My cousin said to
sign up to it because he gets freebies if I join. So I joined. It
looks like a GPS based augmented reality game. All I knew for sure
was that there was a portal held by my faction just up the road, and
an unclaimed portal at work.
I had a run through the
tutorial; it seemed fairly straightforward so I took "Furry
Face TM" for a mission. We went along
Torrington Road where we set up a control field (!) and then
moved on to Bowens Field where we captured a portal (oo-er!).
Within an hour we had four new portals taken for our side, and had
established control of great swathes of Ashford from the
International Station to Christchurch and also half of Viccy Park was
under our flag. Flushed with success I mounted an attack on the enemy
encampment at the chip shop and had my arse handed to me on a plate.
When I have figured out
how to do it properly I have decided to deploy a portal outside the
house of "The Man with No Alias" before he starts
getting lippy. After all it worked in geocaching.
Once "er indoors
TM" had come home we took a birthday
pressie round to Cheryl and on the way back we stopped outside the
college where I showed "er indoors TM"
how to activate a neutral portal (!) Having activated it for
the correct team I suggested she might like to attack it. She did. It
attacked her back. Well, she is on the wrong team....
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