Trapped for the morning work shifts.
Daisy and Dotty [stop it] decided to join me on my lap. The only problem was that my laptop was also attempting to occupy this position.
Back in the era of the Mad Cat and we would wonder why she wasn’t a lap cat.
Careful what you wish for, etc.
I turned to Serenade Radio to ease me through the work shifts.
The annual email then dropped to fork out for the Wiv Forum hosting.
Six years of hyperlocal [urgh] happiness / hapless postings?
Time, flying etc.
It was also time to renew the buildings insurance back at South Lambeth Road.
SIXTEEN years, etc?
That has bloody flown, Comrades.
My odd working pattern led to a two hour break mid-morning. I disappeared along the Trail, en route for a swim at the other end.
It was another blue sky day, the third in succession. Sadly I didn’t have time to do the happy snaps thing.
I did catch a diving duck looking most resplendent mid-stream.
Do ducks dive?
Clueless.
This is the perfect calendar season for me. Autumn is hanging on with every wind free hour, clasping at the leaves and longing them to remain firm as outdoor decorations.
But the estuary wilds winter is fast approaching. It was raw on the Trail, but with the sunlight and autumnal light show to still dazzle you along your way.
I tried to settle down for the afternoon work shifts, but I was disturbed by the chattering classes.
The kittens were doing their BONKERS teeth grinding thing once again. They have advanced from chattering over falling leaves to the rare appearance of a late, late fly.
I let them outside to try and release some energy. They were all fur coat and no knickers, still scared shit to embrace the great outdoors of the back garden.
I had some more training for a new client mid-afternoon. It was the pharma org once again - a direct rival to Anna’s work situation.
We both agreed on a diplomatic closing of the door.
It looks like being a spreadsheet intensive admin exercise.
It’s all about the BIG DATA, innit?
Johnno got in touch later in the afternoon. Some dates were agreed for the lovely Warm and Toasty Club in the New Year. It looks like we are Clacton bound 🙂
I did a bit of stretching. The kittens seemed alarmed at my one minute of holding the plank pose. The heavy panting coming from my mouth might have pushed them over the edge.
Adrian Sherwood with @gillespeterson https://t.co/8itJiaBPWA Decent listen @richardgallon
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) November 28, 2016
Adrian Sherwood with yer man Gilles Peterson was just the push that I needed to keep the work energies alive.
I then got myself in something of an online mess with further feeds.
I wanted the hit and miss iPhone snap that I take out on the Trail most mornings to be auto-published to the forum.
I set up an ifttt feed to publish a tweet with a #Wivenhoe hashtag from the Forum account to a tumblr blog that I set up. I then got the Forum to take the tumblr RSS and import the image.
Clever, eh?
I then realised that it would be far more easier to simply upload the image natively into the forum.
Doh.
I listened to Matchtalk on BBC Nottingham early evening. The Forest resurgence - both on the pitch and for me personally - shows no sign of slowing down.
There is fighting talk of taking the Old Man back down Trentside over the Christmas period.
The evening pasta preparation was spent in the company of Anna and Daniel Ruiz Tizon.
One half of this equation was talking a lot of sense.
And then some nightmare Christmas admin to end the day: sorting out train tickets and connections halfway around the country, booking time off work to coincide with train time arrivals, and then trying to get my Amazon basket over the magical £20 figure.
When in doubt, BUY LUBE.
Job’s a good ‘un.