A 7am head shave with Rasheed underneath Brixton Academy.
This isn’t as seedy as it sounds.
Less than five minutes later and the deed was done. I’m surprised that Rasheed found any hair to shave to be honest.
I cycled on to the lovely lido - my first time in the murky waters of Lake Brockwell in almost a month.
The algae thing has become a ‘situation.’ The pool looks a bloody mess.
I struggled with my strokes, unable to see further than one metre ahead. I pulled a neck muscle jolting my head above the water to see if the passage was clear.
Even with the poolside floodlights on, the beautiful Brockwell blue was nowhere to be seen.
How has this happened?
I like to think that the absence of my purifying fit torso over the past four weeks has something to do with it.
The lido conversation in the gents is all about pumps not working, the summer season sun cream, and kiddy piss.
It’s probably a combination of all three to be honest. It made me frostalgic for the fresh winter months that hopefully lay ahead.
I then had a run of work shifts at the flat from 9am all the way through until 9pm. It felt like the year 2000 all over again.
I even obsessed over online connectivity and speed, as was the case with the old dial up.
We have upgraded to fibre broadband in the flat. I need it with an increasing work load covering video content.
The switch was flicked last night. I clocked ‘speeds’ of 3 megs. I went to be bed feeling… meh.
It now seems to have settled down somewhat. I was pushing 20 megs at one stage this afternoon.
I had a brief escape to the Sunny Stockwell front garden. A quick tidy up was needed.
I was going to harvest the lavender. But the bees were still buzzing, and the tips still radiating a purple hue, visible from our second floor flat.
And so I let it be. I savoured the lavender aroma on my fingertips.
Work, work and more work.
And then a visitor.
OH HAI Wifey.
Anna joined me from the Lakes.
Like I said - it felt like the year 2000 in the flat today.
We did promise to make the most of these cat-free days together for the time being. But my mind played upon the times that we left the mad cat home alone in Essex and stressed.
I preferred the stress to the current situation to be honest.
The family news is still the source for a major worry.