A simply OUTSTANDING estuary wilds day.
The sun was up (ish) at 5:30am, and so was I. The bloody mad cat saw to that with her game of Trample Jase on the Chest Until He Gives In.
I lost.
I made use of the time by bashing out The Chronic piece from the night before.
And then I headed out along the trail, pool bound on a beautiful, beautiful estuary wilds day.
The bicycle ride took longer than usual. I couldn’t resist stopping every five minutes to snap away.
West Ham Wanker was in high spirits. He started a tale about how Richard Gere once came to fix his drains. Mr Wanker became distracted, and ended up telling me how to sell fake Micky Mouse autographs on eBay.
Cheers, fella.
I had the first mouthful of flies of the season whilst cycling back along the Trail. This is a good thing. It means the domestic cricket season in only a few weeks away…
The garden was proving too much of a tease. Spring is now in full flow. I couldn’t resist a quick snap around all the buds and shoots that are now starting to greet me each morning.
A light spot of morning work, and then my Publisher came round for a meeting.
I say Publisher - I am the one that *may* be publishing him.
The mad cat’s contribution was to chuck up on the kitchen table.
Cheers, luv.
A successful meeting, and then more work.
I paused late afternoon to flick the switch on school website #3.
Job’s a good ‘un.
I’ve got 6 more licences going spare if anyone is keen for a freebie website on the back of my work…
I tried to get excited watching the Man Utd Vs Liverpool match.
I failed with the football, and so played with the mad cat instead.
Cat still don't like the pussy tunnel. I'm wondering if @OhMyDecades could find a use for the SHAFT. pic.twitter.com/yrEDW12f0g
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) March 17, 2016