A stop / stop work day, with random bursts of other activity in-between.
Friday got off to an ACE start.
In the Postman Delivers News: the postman delivered my Surrey Members pack for the new season.
Hurrah!
We are the ‘rrey.
And proud, etc.
I did have plans to head up to Trent Bridge for the first day of play in the Championship this Sunday. Work has somehow got in the way of this.
Um, pay to play etc.
Chlorine breath, chlorine mind. YEAH. Live to swim, swim to live. Oh Lordy, Jase.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) April 8, 2016
I escaped mid-morning for the swim. It set me up with a GRIN as wide as the Colne estuary for the remainder of the day.
This also led to a mouthful of flies for the bicycle ride back to base.
Urghhhh.
I did some anarchic gardening for all of five minutes before the afternoon shifts started. The garden stinks of cat shit.
Bad mad cat.
An unexpected commission for a Londonist piece came through later in the afternoon. I turned around a book-ish gyms piece in under an hour.
More work, and then Anna and I got our arses in gear and went off on a Wifey Weekend Roll Out.
Nothing too heavy; the poor girl is still coughing up her guts. I was quite grateful of the leisurely pace around the North Essex lanes.
We passed some bonkers old bird out on what appeared to be a ski exercise machine with wheels.
BONKERS.
We continued with the cycling theme in the evening.
I’m absolutely CREAMING it ahead of Paris-Roubaix on Sunday. It’s my fave race of the year.
We counted down by watching the classic A Sunday in Hell film.
Chapeau!
More work shifts through until bedtime finished off Friday.
Sober, but happy.