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…that if you’re going out, you shouldn’t be good. Leave the car at home and get drunk instead.

Kathryn, Ems and I went out Geocaching. It wasn’t entirely successful: we forgot to take any treasure to deposit, so had to detour via American Retro so we could poke through the gadgets and widgets and buy one for the cache. We settled on a rather freaky chicken keyring that laid a ready-peeled egg when you squeezed its plucked sides. Karthryn demonstrated on the tube.

Anyhow, we were doing a five-stage multi cache where we had to find four London landmarks going by the clues and coordinates we were given. These, in turn, would give us another batch of numbers that would point to wherever it was the treasure had been hidden. Hmmm… Fine in theory, except that for one of the clues you needed to get to the top of the Monument, which closed two and an half hours shy of our arrival.

So, we had a digit missing somewhere. It was an important one, so we cut our losses and after another half hour of walking the streets looking for somewhere to eat, ended up in Pizza Express feeling like we were in a totally alien city peopled by workers in suits and grey pencil skirts having quiet, civilised, rather boring drinks in conservative pub courtyards.

I’m so glad we all wear jeans and work in the west.

It was probably as we were sitting there that my car windows were smashed, and the poor car was left sitting at the station with gaping holes, open to the elements. They took some stuff, but stuff is only stuff and easily replaced, and it could have been a lot worse. They did, bizarrely, take the photocopy of my insurance document, complete with home address which is a little unsettling, but at least the windscreen was still in tact and they hadn’t keyed the paint.

So, next time let’s not be sensible, driving to the station and not drinking because you need to be in work early tomorrow morning. When someone’s smashed your windows you’ll spend the next morning getting them fixed instead, which will make you later than ever.

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