Cricket breakfasts are back.
Hurrah!
It hasn’t quite worked out for the @surreycricket boys in India, but it still puts a BEAMING smile on your face to wake up with the bat and ball action.
In Not So Positive News: cat flap training.
Oh dear.
Daisy and Dotty aren’t going anywhere near it. Which all means that I am working from home with the back door open, constantly looking over my shoulder to keep an eye on them.
@RobertElms was as ACE as ever with Cover to Cover: My Funny Valentine, Frank Vs Chet Baker.
Chet surprisingly just got the nod. It inspired me to explore his back catalogue.
My musical knowledge has so many gaps.
I listened to the Novara piece on Momentum over luncheon.
What a bloody mess, Comrades.
#whynotjointheLabourparty, etc.
The work Christmas rota dropped in the afternoon. I’ve got some shifts on Christmas Day. I’m pretty oblivious about it tbh.
I had a few errands to run around the village late in the day. I ended up on the jetty for a hit and miss iPhone snap.
Mr Mule approached from the other end.
OH HAI there.
He was actually as charming as I always remembered him.
And then I buggered off into Sunny Colch for the December CBC Full Council meeting.
I did The Chronic tweet yer arse off thing.
Ad so we are going to miss Q's to Cabinet Members. But y'know. Life… #Colchester pic.twitter.com/ut8Q1Q4JrY
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) December 8, 2016
I’m still not enjoying these meetings.
Watching nasty, tribal types slug it out in a nasty, tribal manner is very unedifying.
Being caught up in the political circus is not very pleasing either.
Back at base and Anna returned from South London.
She discovered what the kittens thought about the new CBC re-cycling policy: one of them had done a piss in the plastic re-cycling bag.
They’re learning.