Up early for a few away days in Sunny Stockwell.

Except Stockwell wasn’t exactly Sunny, and neither was the bloody estuary wilds for Thursday morning.

I took one look at the @greateranglia Twitter feed and thought f-that.

It wasn’t quite a back to bed moment, but I’m buggered if I’m waiting around at a rural train station for a non-existent train.

I pressed on with some school work from home.

Having rolled out a new theme a few months back, I’m still tinkering with the three sites.

The tip for this morning was to create dummy pages with expanded headlines that are hidden, but linked to from the main menu with a simplified menu name.

Less is more from the front of the site, clicking through to reveal a headline with more content on the dummy page.

These things matter.

Probably not…

The plan was then for the 10:23 train, and an afternoon playing catch up and running my arse off around a South London school.

The Greater Anglia website said YAY!

Down at the train station and they said not today, Sir.

Arse.

And so more school work from home, watching the @greateranglia Twitter feed and trying to escape.

It would have really helped if I could have made it to South London at some stage today.

I gave up on the idea of actually working in school at 11am; by 2pm and it became clear that I was grounded in bloody Essex for the evening.

Hey hoe.

I pressed on with the school work that I could do from home.

Back on the Colne Radio crowd funding front and we had the very kind offer from the Town Council of acting as a drop off point for cheques.

Apparently some people “don’t want to give money to the modern interweb” - which is just WEIRD.

You trust putting a cheque in an envelope more than an encrypted digital system of transfer?

But it was a decent offer, all the same.

Anna and I continued to exchange messages all day, updating over No Man’s Land.

She was stranded in South London, and I was stranded at the other end of the line.

Never the twain shall meet, etc, but we both really needed / wanted to be elsewhere.

Funny old existence.

I had some early evening work shifts. I had expected to be working these back in the flat.

The estuary wilds rain continued.

The mad at was restless.

And whaddya know - back in London and they were playing t20 at HQ. I rather enjoyed watching the ‘Sex Vs Somerset on Sky.

And then to conclude a very confusing day, Anna returned late from South London.

I hope to head out there first thing on Friday.