A work at home / stay at home day with Anna.

I woke up feeling like I had downed five pints the night before.

I actually had two cups of tea 🙁

Illness is upon me.

I have a mild cold.

And so no swim, but straight into work.

I persisted for a short while working next to Anna in the library.

But then she started banging on about password changes and resets.

She reeled off a list of male names that have been used previously.
I felt slightly suspicious, until it was the names of her cricketing heroes.

Chris Lewis didn’t feature.

Late Junction did my head in mid-morning. The beauty is that it is a daily random selection of bonkers-ness.

Friday was just warbling.

Thanks, but no thanks.

The Buzz piece on the Nu Brixton development that I was asked to write was published. I actually wrote about the wrong development.

No worries - they are all shit anyway.

I pulled a fast one with the crap utility company. It was time for the monthly read, but we both forgot to do it back in South London.

No worries. I made it up.

You bounder! You cheat!

Feeds were pretty f-ed up for Friday as well.

Modern interweb feeds all over the place. A couple that I rely on for play projects have just gone dead. I have absolutely no idea.

Talk then turned towards cat sitters. The mad cat is about to go solo for a significant amount of time.

I finally came up with a name for the school newspaper later in the morning. I’m keeping it quiet ‘cos I’m not sure if it is crap or not.

Following the poolside conversation with Mr Boom yesterday, I made a start with my daily French learning.

I say daily - this will slip.

Je suis une fille etc.

Is this right?

Work…

Pretty testing stuff as well.

I was jumping from project to project, all with different policies.

I managed a late afternoon escape for a brief walk.

I had errands around the town.

The estuary sunset was superb. Out came the camera. I couldn’t resist.

Some more random FORKING of the garden.

Gosh - it’s a bloody bog out there.

And then a run of work shifts all the way through until bedtime.

I listened to Darren Hayman’s Lido album to keep me company. I found myself Googling the likes of Black Rock Baths, Tinside and Kings Meadow.

I was thankfully familiar with Brockwell.