And more laughter....

And the geo-induced laughter continued as sitting with colleagues on Friday lunch time, chatting about nocturnal caching adventures from the previous evening, I swung my foot, accidentally catching the lever under the seat of Fiona's chair.  Mid sentence, she suddenly plummeted 10 inches, open mouthed. Already in high spirits from my exaggerated caching exploits, the look on Fiona's face sent us into further paroxysms of laughter.  With tears rolling down our cheeks, we struggled to restore her chair to the correct height.  Everyone, including Fiona, spent the rest of the afternoon in good humour, periodically chuckling away quietly to ourselves

Laughter is the best medicine

"Laughter really  is the best medicine" A new "night-time" geocache had been published some weeks ago located in a wood not far from home.  We'd never had a convenient dry and mild(ish) evening until recently so plans were made to finally tackle it as the weather forecast was good. The cache involved following a trail of fire tacks; small luminous pins on the tree trunks that gleam when lights are shone on them.  It was so much fun, we never stopped laughing all night as we wildly waved torches around,crashing and stumbling our way through the trees to the prize