An early start for some Chronic April Fool duty.
I preferred Mike’s Buzz effort, to be honest.
And then a swim on a crisp, spring morning.
I appear to have made very good friends with the back garden Robbin. He / She was waiting for me as I went to the shed for my bike.
We flirted with a few little calling whistles at 7am. I then realised that I was being a right bloody knobber, and so went to the shed instead.
I hope that the mad cat doesn’t make friends with Mr / Mrs Robbin.
It was bloody sharp and misty out on the Trail. I couldn’t feel my fingers until after the first five minutes of cycling.
The swim was shit.
Two fat ladies occupied the fast lane, insistent on swimming parallel, stopping for a chat with each mid-length.
I gate crashed the oldies lane and pretty much bombed after 40 lengths.
A full on working at home day was broken up with an ACE @RobertElms show.
Everything was there: some Style Council, a Transpontine Lover’s Rocker four-fer, and even a live appearance from Ian Shaw.
Yer man played what was the Song of the Year for many of us. He followed it with a joyous cover of Life on Mars.
My heart melted.
It was quite a positive working Friday, with the suggestion of a client coming back from the dead. My fave online brand character looks like he could be making a re-appearance from behind the keyboard in which I type.
I managed to bash out some snark on the Colchester Labour party manifesto over luncheon.
I say manifesto - pamphlet would be more appropriate.
I use to enjoy reading political pamphlets back in the day.
I had an hour and a half ESCAPE window late afternoon. My legs were itching for the first proper bicycle ride of the season.
The road bike wasn’t quite ready for the estuary wild spring, and so I took a brief spin on the Tourer instead.
I was leaving the house knowing that my planned route was around an hour and a half. My next work shift started in one hour, twenty.
Arse.
I did a bit of a detour, and took in the Bobby George Spring Classic instead. It felt ACE getting some action into my lungs and legs.
I wasn’t the only one making a mistake. A turkey made a break for it at the turkey farm, narrowly avoiding being flattened by a truck.
My heart melted once more.
I am convinced that this country shit lifestyle is softening me.
A brief stop for du pain at the Co-op. I unintentionally managed to slip in one of their onion baguettes into the bag of four for £1 offer. The Co-op folk are most insistent that this is not allowed. They are very protective of their onion baguettes.
Anna would label this as theft. But then I’m not the one that has no morals in using an unstamped ticket at the barriers at Liverpool Street for the second, third and sometimes fourth time.
More work came and went, and then tools were downed with the estuary wilds sun starting to set.
Once again it was ideal photography conditions. I had a brief wander around the bottom of the town, poking my lens wherever there was some sunlight.
Friday night was all about TOTP & QPR Vs Boro.
Early to bed ahead of ParkRun tomorrow morning.