A return of West Ham Wanker in the pool to liven up Monday morning.
“Did you watch any of that shit yesterday?”
…asked Mr Wanker.
I did catch the highlights of the Hammers first home league match at the State owned Olympic Stadium.
“Steady the buffers, they weren’t that bad”
…I replied.
Mr Wanker was referring to V Festival in Chelmsford.
Ouch.
“Are you taking the piss you f-ing ****? D’ya want LAMPING?”
It was time to leave the pool.
A fairly settled morning of work was ahead for me.
With the phantom pregnancy of the non-existent egg laying pigeon appearing to have come to a close in the front wisteria, we then found another pigeon nest in the back garden wisteria.
Oh joy.
#LateJunction was as joyous as ever. Gillian Welch is surely the house artist. It led to a working soundtrack of the Dave Rawlins band for the remainder of the morning.
Tickets were bought mid-morning for the final t20 hurrah at The Oval in the fag end of September.
I haven’t seen all of the details, but it’s some Surrey All Stars Vs the Rest of the World slog fest. KP is promised to be in action once again.
We did rather well in securing our spot in the pavilion. Cricket at the end of September though is always going to be hit and miss.
I made a little work progress and then headed out to the garden.
In Washing Line News: the bugger has broken once again.
Arse.
I spent an hour or so tidying up the growth spurts since we have been away in Nottingham.
And then another trip to the vet.
Oh dear.
We needed to hand over the insurance form for the final few weeks of treatment. They are lovely, lovely folk in there, but it is the last place that I want to have to visit right now.
We tried to forget about the situation by walking around the lakes at the back of the allotments. I snapped away with the SLR and iPhone.
Rosalind and Mark came round early evening for some more Neighbourhood Plan recording catch ups. I think that these are the final two for the summer of Colne Radio hit and miss interviews.
An unexpected paid blogging gig dropped early evening.
Ace. I’ll have a bit of that, ta very much.
Monday evening was spent catching up with La Vuelta, and then un-archiving some old photos from back in the day.
I’ve got up to November 2005.
Sunny Stockwell was… lively.