Another crisis simulation to start off Wednesday morning.
Most of my mornings seem to start with a crisis simulation of some sort – but this was a paid gig.
We had a client who was being tested in a mock online social environment. I gave as good as I got.
I had a morning window in which to escape for the swim.
In High Tide News: the muddy banks of the Colne were a little lacklustre.
I managed to clear the fast lane of the two old girls who had decided to go for a leisurely walk in the water, rather than a swim.
Back in the changing room and West Ham Wanker was holding court.
I became involved in a bizarre conversation where he asked if he could borrow my underpants.
In the very next sentence he started to bang on about immigration.
My Y-fronts won’t be soiled by UKIP, Mr Wanker.
A mad cycle back to base, and then an afternoon of work shifts.
The estuary wilds weather took a turn, and so did the mad cat – pretty much hibernating all afternoon as though it was mid-winter.
Having been trusted with Raspberry Watch whilst Anna is partying in South London, I managed to allow the canes to lilt at an angle of 90 degrees.
At least it makes picking them a little easier.
More work, and then the ODI back at The Oval.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) June 29, 2016
Even with an AWOL South London sun, the old ground still looked tremendous.
Destination Sunny Stockwell for me in the morning.