What a woeful, wet Wednesday.

But hey hoe.

I had tea.

Tea and porridge.

The swim was a non-starter. I realised this when I was woken at 6am by the rain thrashing against the attic window.

A run was unlikely as well, given the estuary wilds downpour.

Arse.

I do dislike days with this inactivity.

And so I turned towards my French tuition for some stimulation.

Letters and books were the subject matter for today.

French letters.

Ha, bloody ha.

I struggled to be honest, but somehow managed to blag through to the next level.

And then work. Which was incredibly fiddly for Wednesday.

It was all about jumping through hoops to gain access to the correct online tools. You securely gain entry to a shared company resource. This then gets you into Big Org Tool #1.

Big Org Tool #1 then piggy backs to Big Org Tool #2 so that you can publish some content.

Pen and paper might have been easier.

I dipped in and out of Late Junction. Laurie Anderson’s Superman got an airing. I haven’t heard that in decades. It sounded remarkably fresh. I still think it’s a bit bobbins.

More work, a break for PMQ’s, and then my man Neil came round to stop the house from falling down.

It’s the annual visit from Neil, assessing the damage done after surviving another winter out in the estuary wilds.

Bless this house and all those who have drunk tea in her.

Chin chin.