A particularly strong swim to start off Thursday morning. It was a shame that time was tight and I didn’t have any longer to test myself.
Popadoms from the night before seemed to power me along.
In absolutely unrelated news: the gents changing rooms bloody stank. It was as though someone had let off a stink bomb right next to the sauna.
The finger of suspicion pointed at West Ham Wanker.
I cycled back along the Trail for a morning of work back at base.
Plus… The Postman Delivers: the renewal pack for our Surrey Membership for 2017.
Hurrah!
It seems a little odd signing up for the summer 2017 cricket season when the ‘rrey are still having their now traditional Indian Summer down at The Oval.
The price remains the same as for this season.
Winter well, etc.
A work client had a bit of a mid-afternoon meltdown.
Not on my watch, etc.
Except it was.
Ouch.
I had to make a final trip to the vets in the afternoon. We had the completed insurance claim document to collect.
Seeing the cold details of the past fortnight itemised didn’t make the situation any easier to come to terms with.
I watched the Labour hustings online early evening.
What a bloody mess.
And then Anna came back from South London. It was good not to be alone in the house once again.