Another run ahead of a working day.
I’m running like it’s 1990 all over again - in enthusiasm, if not pace.
And then Thursday was characterised pretty much by working alongside the mad cat.
For some reason she took to the loft bedroom. I spent most of the day up there, tapping away and chatting with her.
I honestly don’t know what the current situation is. We have a return to the vets tomorrow evening.
I bashed out a piece early evening for @benlocker. He wants submissions for a book about Why I Love Colchester.
I found it a little tricky to be honest, but I wrote 600 words on the wonkiness of Sunny Colch.
Anna disappeared up to Wivenhoe House for an evening meal with some old University friends.
Neil came round for a chat with me.
He’s keen to crowd fund his next novel. He wanted a chat about how we managed to smash the £3k target for Colne Radio, ending up with over £5k.
Through bloody hard work and an incredibly stressful month or so.
I didn’t tell Neil that.
I had some more work, and then watched a little of the Labour leadership debate, before the track cycling kicked in.
The mad cat looked weak. I spent half an hour or so in the bedroom talking with her as her eyes slowly started to fade.
I thought that this was the moment.
But then Anna returned, and the mad cat legged it downstairs and did a runner out in the garden where she shouldn’t be.
She returned a minute later limping.
What an absolute worry 🙁