A morning commute spent catching up with some photo editing.
Tappa Zukie sounded bloody brilliant as the soundtrack as I sped through the Essex countryside.
A short cycle ride across the river, and then a lovely, lovely school day spent in SE17.
My main challenge for the day was to thread a needle for Boy Y. I came close to giving up, but he gave me a look suggesting that this wasn’t an option.
There was a brilliant end of term brass band concert later in the day. Edgar Kail in my Heart, Keep me Dulwich sounded ACE being blasted out around the whole school.
I managed to sneak out slightly early, and then popped into The Oval on the way back to Sunny Stockwell.
The ‘rrey are Day 2 into a three day friendly against the other lot from the wrong side of the river.
It wasn’t quite ideal cricket conditions. I was alone in the top tier of the Pavilion.
I managed to catch one over, and then the Umps decided that enough was enough.
Ta for coming, etc.
Some early evening moonlit gardening followed in the flat. The green stuff is doing fine. It’s the constant litter that is getting me down…
I managed to get a great big dirty oil stain across my white (ish) Levi’s as I wheeled the Brompton into the flat. Not exactly the Ace Face of SW8.
And then something really odd awaited me inside: my missing bicycle lock.
I was convinced that I left it either at the Bowie mural, or back in my SW9 school.
But nope - out of nowhere, there it was in the hallway.
I am getting old.
I am becoming forgetful.
A quick Lidl run, and then an evening viewing of Lake Stockwell.
Anna turned up at the flat - a rare South London meal for us together.
It felt like 1995.