Early work shifts for Sunday morning. Bloody fiddly as well.
I didn’t have time for a bike ride or a swim, and so did a runner instead.
I’ve got back in the habit of pounding the mean streets of CO7 / SW8 with some tunes once again. I gave the Around the World in a Day album a spin as I made my way around Wivenhoe Park.
The opening chords of Pop Life halted me in my tracks, giving me a genuinely chilling moment.
Boy. He could string a few chords together.
The rest of the run was dominated by rabbits.
LOADS of ’em.
I often wonder what generation of rabbits we are on, compared to the young radical Essex dude days back on campus, when we use to do our best to stop The Man doing the rabbit cull.
I fought for your forefathers, little fella.
Anna returned from South London mid-morning, and I carried on with the Sunday work shifts.
Surrey cricket commentary kept me company.
We had plans to do the Open Gardens nosey neighbour thing later in the afternoon; but more work came my way, and so I swallowed it up.
Pay to play, Jase. Pay to play.
I half-watched the England match, whilst trying to piece together some work notes for next week.
I then did the usual knob thing of watering the garden, just as the estuary wilds rain started to fall.
Knob, Jase. Knob.