The night shift wasn’t too bad; certainly an improvement on the previous one. As I drove home the radio was broadcasting its usual Sunday morning moral dilemmas. Following all the white supremacy rallies in America during the week, the pundits were discussing the moral dimensions of physically beating seven shades of shit out of someone with whom you disagree. Some idiot woman (I have no idea who she was) seemed to feel it was quite acceptable to assault someone whose supported something as evil as fascism and nazi-ism. She also felt that it was *not* acceptable for the one getting beaten up for his views to retaliate.
I turned the radio off and listened to the tunes I’d downloaded last week.
Once home I scoffed a quick bit of brekkie, then we drove out to Cranbrook where we met Karl and Tracey and the girls. We had a rather good walk whilst hunting geocaches. The walk was rather pretty; I didn’t know that the puppy could climb trees just like a squirrel. As we walked we saw buzzards; who would have thought that such huge majestic creatures would sound so soppy? And as we wandered round our muckers found their seven thousandth cache. Result !!
Cache-wise the walk was very much one of two halves. There are two series of caches in Angley Woods. One has been there ages and consisted of a few caches which were trickier to find but relatively spaced out. The other was much newer and was one of more caches; closer together and easier to find.
But together both series made for a good wander. I was glad we went for a walk today; usually the day after the night shifts can be somewhat dull, and I’m back to work tomorrow…
I took a few photos as we walked, and with all the walking walked we drove to nearby Sissinghurst for a couple of pints before coming home.
I’m having an early night now…. I’m rather tired….
Last night was rather busy. Not fiendishly "do it now !!!!" busy (like hospital work can be), but non-stop constant-without-a-break busy. It was with a sense of relief that I greeted the day shift.
I took a little detour home; there is a geocache not far from work and today is International Geocaching Day. You get an electronic souvenir if you log a find today. I deserved something for my efforts this morning; this cache was buried under stinging nettles and wasn’t really what the given information would have had me believe.
As I then drove home the pundits on the radio were discussing the death of Bruce Forsyth. I'd seen quite a bit of that on social media overnight when I'd managed a sneak peek at my phone. Admittedly it is sad that he's gone. He was quite a character. But he was nearly ninety years old; did people really think he was going to live forever?
Once home I was mobbed by my dogs, and then I scoffed a little brekkie. I do that. As I shoved toast down my neck I had a look at Facebook. There is the opportunity to go canoeing in a few weeks’ time; I shall see how that pans out.
"er indoors TM" needed to locate some Tupperware to get her geo-souvenir. She was planning to go out with "Daddy’s Little Angel TM" later. My last-born holds no truck with something as lame as hunting for sandwich boxes in the wilderness, so "er indoors TM" decided to go get one this morning. Me and the dogs came along for the ride, and with souvenirs souvenired we went on to Orlestone Woods for a little walk. A rather pretty place; the dogs seems to like their walk even if Fudge did have something of an altercation with “Hamilton”.
“Hamilton” was another dog; I’m not entirely sure of his breed, but he looked like Fudge would look if he were about twenty times bigger.
We came home via the co-op to get some cakes for lunch. Today the co-op wasn’t so much a shop as a skating rink for small girls. I lost count of the amount of small children I nearly fell over as they flew past.
I downloaded a pocket query (to feed to “Hannah” later), and with "er indoors TM" off out with the most recent fruit of our loins. I then took myself off to bed for the afternoon.
After a few hours I got up and sorted my own tea. "er indoors TM" and the rest of the tribe had gone to a family birthday party in Hastings. I would have gone with them if not for work. Again…
I was woken by a crash as Fudge fell off the bed shortly after 1am. I settled him down, and tried to get back to sleep. However the groans and squeals of nice-next-door having sex did keep me awake. I was tempted to bang on the wall and suggest he shove it in her mouth at 1.40am. It was rather unfortunate that the scream that one of them gave at the most exciting part set the puppy barking.
I eventually nodded off, and slept through till half an hour after "er indoors TM"’s alarm was supposed to have gone off.
Over brekkie I had a look at the Internet. I saw an advert for the Faversham Hop Festival in a couple of weeks’ time. It sounds like fun, but I expect it would cost me the thick end of a hundred quid. Things like this often do. Mind you I might give it a go. I should really experience it before I dismiss it out of hand.
Drew’s blog was interesting. He looked to be having quite an adventure in America. I’m quite jealous, but I do like the way he’s making a record of what he did. Somewhere I’ve got diaries of my American adventures when we took the scouts abroad. I can remember the mothers of the scouts being grateful for them, as all the boys could remember of three weeks abroad was a zoo trip and a day swimming.
On a more sombre note there was a terrorist attack in Barcelona last night. Quite a few people were killed. This morning on Facebook I saw several people were posting #prayersforbarcelona.
I don’t understand this at all. Why do people ask their God to help in the aftermath of these tragedies, but never feel that their God might have intervened to stop it happening in the first place?
I set the washing machine loose on some grungy laundry and took the dogs for their morning constitutional. Some of our walks are fun, some eventful, some are hard work. Today’s was just a walk. Nothing out of the ordinary happened; we met a few other dogs, OrangeHead was civil, it was just a walk. Some days uneventful is good.
Once home I ran round with the hoover (made by the Dyson corporation) and had a little tidy-up. I was about to hang out the washing when the heavens opened. That was something of a pain; just as well I have my trusty clothes horse.
Rather amazed at how long it took to do so little I took myself off to bed for the afternoon. When I woke a few hours later I watched last week’s episode of “Dark Matter”. I’ve mentioned the show before in less than glowing terms. And as I have said before about other shows you can tell that the writers are struggling when the tits come out.
I then had a rummage on an old hard drive. I found all my old diaries from the two Canadian/American holidays I went on with the scouts. But they aren’t really in a format that I can immediately share on-line. That will be a project for the next few days.
I also spent a while solving puzzle geocaches by traditional and not-so-traditional means. In many ways the entire concept of a puzzle geocache is a load of old crap. The hobby is a treasure hunt, not cryptic puzzle-solving. If I wanted to strain my brain I’d do the Open University again,
"er indoors TM" will be home in a bit. I’m hoping she’ll do me some scran before I go off for the night shift…