7am work, and then seeing Anna off to South London.
I made the short bicycle journey along the Trail for a swim. There was a half-hearted frost hidden away in there somewhere. It couldn’t be arsed. I felt similar.
Down at the Hythe and the Swan / Swan / Goose odd combination were acting even odder outside the discharge for the sewage factory.
Not so much Don’t Eat Yellow Snow, but don’t swim around the brown waters in the muddy banks of the Colne.
Oh dear.
I had a brisk swim. One part of my body stops aching, and then another starts. I am running out of body parts to fail middle age.
West Ham Wanker went from Ladyboy to hardcore skunk in the showers - conversation wise, if not in actions.
Back at base and the morning was spent between balancing stop / start work shifts, and trying not to be distracted by the kittens.
They are VERY different to the dear old mad cat - which was part of the grieving process all along.
If it moves, they pounce on it. The mad cat would hide underneath the bed if I ever did anything as daring as tying up my shoelace.
The play fighting is escalating. I’m not entirely sure that the play part of the description still applies.
I am very close to posting up an online video, and then asking my social channels: is this normal?
I had another afternoon working out towards Walton-on-the-Naze with Johnno and Warm and Toasty.
I’ve settled into a lovely routine for these Tuesday afternoon treats.
The train delivers me at the other end of the line, with around 45 minutes to spare in the GLORIOUS Walton late, late Indian summer sun.
The town has been mentioned as *shhh* a possible retirement location in future years. We are running out of future years to be honest.
LIVE the dream.
It was a lovely old afternoon out on the Essex coast. I arrived at an incredibly high tide, with the waves testing the wave breakers all the way up to the front.
It was somewhat calmer indoors at the location for the Warm and Toasty Memory Afternoon.
I listened to the stories, and pondered that I have a lot to learn.
Maybe not about wisdom of trying to milk a bull, mind.
I returned back to base to find two sleeping kittens and an iPhone 7 Plus left on the front doorstep by Mr Delivery Man.
Cheers, fella.
I spent Tuesday evening with the kittens both sleeping on my lap as I bashed out the Warm and Toasty copy.
Work appraisal day in the morning.
eeek.