Today was all about one thing, finishing off the USA mega series. I was parked up at 12:15 and off I went. A quick early one which wasn’t on that trail, followed by two DNF’s. It was then time to get on, I had about twenty of the series yet to do. Basically by 6:15PM I’d done the lot, every single one, including about ten extra ones and the puzzle cache linked with the series. I was well pleased.

Drove home, had an ice lolly. I’d gone almost seven hours at 23 degrees without a drink. Powered up the PC and started logging the horde. ‘Dan and Phil’ show came on Radio 1. I was the opening video, and they kept the tune I synced it to as well. So that’s two I’ve got on there now. As far as I know I’m the only person ever to get two of their videos on the show. Need to try for a third now. That kind of made my day really. I know it’s just a bit of toss and means nothing, but I kinda enjoyed it and it makes me happy.

Had a bath. Downed half a bottle of wine while watching the German grand prix (while still in the bath), now to have dinner.

So this mornings dreams. First I was in Tesco’s pushing around a shallow empty trolley. I bumped into Ralph, a guy I used to do kart racing with. I said I had everything ready. He turned round and said he decided against it. I then called him a c**t for not wanting to climb Snowdon and that I’d already paid for everything so I was going to sue him. Then I was building a night club. It was an empty shell. It was opening that evening but was a building site. I walked ground and there was just concrete everywhere. I went back into the kitchen where the welcome party was about to commence, they were giving out posh bottled water and there was a cheese board. I then went back out to the venue and entered a back entrance. I climbed up a rope ladder and then appeared on the main floor. I asked the gaffer “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”, he said it was fine and that there had already been a few people up there including a fit surfer. I walked round and on one of the main concert stages there was a plasterer filling in holes. He was very fit, I don’t have munters in my dreams, I’m surrounded by too many of them in my reality. I walked round and came across an old rock tribute band tuning up in the corner. Then I woke up.

Took the dogs to Almondsbury Hill’s. They had a great time. Came back, had lunch. Went out and found a geocache that I’ve failed to find on two previous attempts. I have a feeling it’s been replaced recently. Dropped off a travel bug. This gets it out of the way as I’ve decided that unless we have a bit of a heatwave then geocaching is not really a winter sport. Weekends will now mainly be decorating. Went to Tesco’s. Got my flu jab. Picked up some eggs. Visited mother.

Came back and attempted to fly one of my helicopters. I only bent the tail boom and broke a support off. Then I noticed that I’m actually putting the battery in the wrong place and it actually already had one in there. What a twat. Hopefully now if I sort that out it will fly better.

Going out to eat tonight. Italian. Tomorrow it’s painting, lots of painting.

Oh, I won the head set:)

So Saturday started off very much as I liked, in bed. I eventually got up. Took the dogs out. I put Dillon in a no-pull harness, he pulled. Came back and had lunch. Then popped over to Tesco’s, picked up some nice slate table mats and a few bottles of wine. Tried to get hold hold of some people who wanted a home check for a labradoodle, no answer. Went over to mothers, picked up fruitcake. Fixed her laptop selection power-point problem. Then drove back home and spent about the next three hours cleaning. Yes, I have cleaners, but I wanted it done properly for once. I didn’t want it to look like we live in a shit hole permanently. Had a shower, picked up Lisa and Andy.

They then went on to drink a bottle of wine each, before we had eaten. I made one of my Chinese curries, which as normal was amazing. We had a great evening. Discussing everything from Tesco’s to flying helicopters. We also discussed dog hair, the fact it turns up everywhere. I get my dick out for a pee and it’s covered in dog hair. After a good session I pull out and find I’ve weaved a jumper. Then went home rather merry. We went to bed with a full set of washing up outstanding.

Now today started off a bit strangely. I was expecting the weather to be complete crap but the sun was shining. Jamie was wearing a jockstrap but didn’t want anal as he hadn’t ‘tidied up’. So we tossed off after booting the kids out of the room. I got up and then filled a shopping bag with dog shit and a dead pigeon. I then had a boiled egg. I thought I’d make the most of the last of the summer sunshine and I parked up in Framton Cotteral. I then went off four the next four hours and looked for eight caches and think I found about seven, so a good unexpected afternoon. Nice scenery and great weather, couldn’t complain at all.

Came back home and did the accounts. Also ordered the spares for my model helicopter and also a flight simulator for it, so hopefully won’t smash it up so much next time.

We went to the local pub for food, it was fine, actually pretty good value all in all. Came back and had a bath.

Nice weekend, can’t complain. Next weekend is Jamie’s birthday and we are going to Alton Towers, god help me.

So this morning I woke up to Sasha licking my face. So I went downstairs and let the dogs out. Dillon had left a large present in the dinning room, I left it there. At about 11AM I persuaded Jamie that breakfast was required for two dogs and me. Dillon’s gift still remained. I had breakfast and read the paper. Jamie went to the bathroom. Now he only does this for two reasons, one he’s going to work, two he wants sex. He wasn’t working today. I shut Dillon outside the bedroom, Sasha was under the bed, but she had her iPod on. We had pretty average sex. I got up and did some gardening. The neighbour came over and asked if he could encourage me to cut down the man eating thorn tree overhanging the road, I obliged. I also tidied up the back garden a bit as well. Picked up all the dog shit.

I had eggs for lunch. We then took the dogs out. Happy families, dad and dad and the two kids. We went up to the field in Almondsbury. Sasha was let off lead and was fine. Dillon pulled and was very jealous. I left Jamie to walk back with them and I went off geocaching. There’s were two awkward ones I wanted to tick off. About three hours of walking, but I got them both.

Came back home and did an hours flying on the simulator. I seemed to work fine with two joysticks plugged in the Mac, so I’ve bought the peddles. Hovering is improving….slowly. Then I did the accounts and had a bath. Watched Jamie’s, ‘Sonic Retrospective’ while soaking. It wasn’t bad. Now it’s time for tea. Busy couple of weeks ahead and then off on holiday which will be nice.

Got up at 6:20 and took Sasha to daycare. Went back to bed.

Got up. Work wise was all bloody triangle drawing again. It’s basically all working now except a weird bug in DX11 which none of us can work out (yet). It’s a bug frustrating waste of time.

Walked Dillon.

Did more work, then picked up Sasha. Jamie had one of his little blue friends round.

Went out to find a Geocache, to find the lane blocked off and replaced by a new sewer. Still it was a nice two hour walk.

Came back and got frustrated about DX11 again. Then did a search for R22 helicopter accidents, wish I hadn’t. There was one in Cambridge last year where a 59 hour pilot managed to smash the rotors into the fuselage, cause unknown, but 99.9% pilot error. Probably over compensated the controls, which on an R22 is bloody easy. Still you have to die somehow and I’ve done about every thing I ever wanted to do now anyway (apart from shag Adam Rickitt) and I have no real pension plan. So may as well die on some kind of adventure.

I’ve ordered a Helicopter anyway, it should be flown in tomorrow by Parcel Force.

Sweated like hell last night. That’s what happens when I don’t drink anything, my body get’s rid of all it’s moisture in objection. At one stage we took the duvet off and turned it over as it was so wet. I got bored at 6AM and let the dogs out and towelled off. The bed stinks, one day we may change the duvet. The cleaners are coming tomorrow, they may condemn it.

Work was back on doing what I was supposed to be doing, which is fine, except I’m waiting on bits from 3rd party companies which is always a bit annoying. Still plenty to keep me occupied at the moment.

Went out early evening and looked for a cache, didn’t find it, but did find the magnet. Then found another one and had another look for one I looked for previously, and still didn’t find it.

Made a phone call to captain Kenwright, who’s now moved companies to one across the car park. Still he seemed okay, so will happily stick with him. It’s £312 a pop. Multiply that by about 60, in fact don’t, it will scare you. Anyway, booked for a late one on Thursday, weather looks good then so should be fun. I get to fly all of it this time and do an off airport landing, last time I tried that I almost took a tree out. And then their’s hovering, probably the less said about that the better.