A humid ride into the Hythe on Tuesday morning.
I arrived at the pool pretty much wet already.
Ewww.
It was actually cooler in the indoor pool than it was outside. It is rare for me to praise the tepid water temperature of a steamy indoor swimming pool.
Only time for thirty lengths once again ahead of a morning of work shifts.
Mid-morning and the invoice dropped for the hosting renewal for one of the school websites. I’ve been dumping images on the server for almost a decade now. The hosting package was in need of an upgrade.
I still remain amazed by the relative cost of server space. I bought up 10GB for the price I use to pay for the monthly membership for an old dial up ISP.
The modern interweb will eat itself and go bust.
Which may not be a bad thing for the quality of our lives.
The work shifts finished at luncheon, and then I had more work over at Walton-on-the-Naze.
Early September and with the schools just about back, the Essex coast was GLORIOUS.
I had a spare half hour ahead of the work. I headed for the beach and was blinded by the brilliant blue water basking in the reflection of the sky above.
Betcha Lake Brockwell is something similar back in South London tomorrow morning.
Yeah, right…
The work was wonderful.
I say work - it was another session with Johnno and the Warm and Toasty Club.
My careers advice over thirty years ago didn’t exactly involve entering an elderly people’s home with the aim of trying to draw out as many shared memories as possible - and then blogging about it.
Job’s a VERY good un.
I caught the train back home, then had a quick turnaround before catching the train and buggering back to Sunny Stockwell.
I’ve got a week of work and play in South London coming up.
There’s also some very personal family things going off, but some things are not to be shared.
It is a very worrying time to be honest.