An early start for Tuesday down at the waters of Lake Brockwell, with a busy working morning ahead.
The lovely lido was pretty much full to capacity at 7am. I joined the rubber lane, PROUD of my naked torso. I even managed to swim past a couple of rubber men.
Some brief Garden Bridge conversation catch ups from the night before, and then I had to leg it back to Sunny Stockwell for a run of work shifts.
I worked in glorious silence, all alone in the flat. It’s amazing how quiet South Lambeth Road can be once the work commute is out of the way.
I still miss the ROAR of Concorde each day though 🙁
Fiddly Google Sheets occupied most of my time. I am no Spreadsheet King.
The rest of the morning was spent editing some school content from SE21, and a little bit of catch up on the Colne Radio crowd funding that I have become involved with.
I then had a window of no work, which just so conveniently happened to coincide with Day 3 of the ‘rrey Vs the ‘Sex at The Oval.
I made the short stroll over to the old ground, expectant to see SEXY cricket through a luncheon alcoholic haze.
Instead I found 5,000 South London school kids, and Surrey doing their best to block out the game.
I ended up BOOZE free, watching an incredibly boring game of cricket, that was equally fascinating.
A little bit more work back in the flat, and then a surprise visitor joined me for my evening meal.
OH HAI, Wifey.
Anna and I had a rare half hour or so together (steady), and then I was ordered to bugger off back to *over there* to feed the bloody mad cat.
I arrived back over there, and back to bloody cat sick. Right by the bed as well.
Cheers, luv.