Trapped by two kittens in bed early on Sunday morning.
That was my excuse for the lie in.
I allowed Daisy and Dotty to have some duvet warmth, but then kicked them out just in time for the start of another cricket breakfast.
I cycled off for the swim mid-morning.
It was a transformation from seven days ago: no estuary wilds rain, and no bloody puncture, either.
The Trail has also changed whilst I have been in South London. The mud has disappeared. It looked almost spring like.
I pressed on with 40 lengths in the indoor pool.
That felt good.
I do LOVE the lovely lido, but you don’t really get a physical work out this time in the season.
Sunday afternoon was a mixture of work shifts and the Chelsea match.
I actually preferred the former.
I put in a lengthy session editing and publishing school content. This seems to take longer with each visit.
Anna tried to get my interest with a conversation about new internal doors for the flat.
I finally caught up with Bowie: the Last Five Years.
Sad, sad face 🙁