Some Wiv Forum mods admin action very early on Sunday morning.
We’re going through a transition; the team is expanding.
Hopefully.
It’s all about finding the right balance. I pissed my pants when Mr X was suggested as a possible candidate.
And then it was kitten time in the garden.
Oh Lordy.
Ever since Daisy and Dotty [stop it] had their lady bits seen to last week, Sunday has always been scheduled for the first trip into the back garden.
How exciting.
Go on girls - GO FOR IT. Break for freedom and escape the mad couple.
In the end it was incredibly meh.
I made the mistake of first cleaning the two litter trays before letting them out. Daisy and Dotty both thought it more fun to remain indoors and take a synchronised dump.
Oh dear.
We eventually managed to tempt them into the Great Outdoors. It was like that scene in Trainspotting where Renton thinks f-this, there’s nothing here.
Hey hoe.
If you can’t beat them.
I joined them both indoors and cracked on with the Sunday morning run of work shifts.
I left the back door open, and eventually the kittens went for a very timid wander. I predict that there initial hesitations won’t last long.
I disappeared along the Trail for another Gym Bunny session late afternoon. I put away the winter MTB and rolled out on the summer bicycle instead. It could have been mid-March out there.
Having bluffed my way back into the Gym Bunny lifestyle, I am now picking up on some of the finer points.
I have absolutely no idea what MyWellNess Cloud is all about on the treadmill. I have no desire to find out, either.
I grunted and groaned for just under an hour, and then slipped into the spa.
Headphone Lady was putting the lengths in, alongside Snorkel Woman.
I wonder how WEIRD a hybrid of the two would appear?
The changing room was empty for my rub down. I had an extreme vanity moment where I ponced around in the full length body mirror.
I then clocked another naked fella sitting quietly in the sauna in the gents.
Whoops.
Pure Nostalgia on Serenade Radio, and mugs of hot tea was the Sunday night comedown back at base.
A lot of online admin then took place. I had the need to select my DOB from a dropdown menu. My arrival at middle aged became all too apparent as I had to keep on pulling on the dropdown to find the correct year.
Anna and I then had a huge fall out of December dates. Living the Transpontine / estuary wilds dual lifestyle can be described as the best of both worlds.
But it is a bloody pain in the arse when work diaries don’t synch, and you have the complication of a couple of kittens to consider.
A compromise, of sorts, was reached.