My concerned looking Mother ensured I was up this morning to get to Young Rangers on time. She is concerned about my well-being over the past few days, much like everyone else. And I’m sorry but I can’t help shying away from this concern.
So, yes, Young Rangers. As it is coming up to Summer the number of practical jobs to do are running out so today was an orienteering day. In the morning though the rest of the young rangers were cleaning bird crap off a fishing platform but I got the job of helping to teach the younger kids how to orienteer. I even led a group of kids round the forest at one point. Another “I should be a teacher” moment.
In the afternoon we were put into small groups and we were supposed to be finding the orienteering posts so that the rangers could check the numbers. However, we only found two, mainly because we spent forty minutes looking for the elusive number 44. It was never found.
After a quick shower it was time to go and switch on my Granddad's internet and give him his first lesson in computing. It’s weird how many things you take for granted in terms of computers. To someone who has spent seventy years without one simple things like using a mouse and typing are incredibly difficult. To make it easier I made everything single click and made everything big so he can see it. I think though that with a bit of time he’ll be fine.
The Weeping Angels- yes, they’re back. And in spectacular fashion too, with probably thousands of them. And poor Amy Pond has looked into one’s eyes, and that can’t be good. Spectacular episode and I’m looking forward to see how the Doctor gets himself, Amy and River Song out of this mess!