A damp bicycle ride along the Trail on Monday morning en route to the gym.
I almost came a cropper around one of the bends, narrowly avoiding landing face first in some Essex bogland.
ewww.
The Muddy Banks of the Colne reeked of shit. The sewage factory was probably pumping it out with a seasonal smile on its face.
Office Christmas party dinners can be a little strenuous.
I had something of a brown pants dilemma at the gym.
Anna has bought me a new pair of gym shorts. Much to my horror they come with an inner lining that doubles up as a pair of pants.
At least I think that is the case?
I really wasn’t sure what the etiquette was: flying solo, or adding an extra layer of protection with the normal jock strap [I joke] underneath?
In the end I opted for safety in numbers. It felt most uncomfortable as I GRUNTED my way through a rewarding gym session.
I didn’t do anything too adventurous - unlike the lady on the bars who was using chainmail to strap weights to her body.
It looked a little kinky to be honest.
Given my own uncertainty over my underpants situation, I thought it best not to look for too long.
The Postman Delivers: the annual pension statement.
Phew, rock’n’ roll, etc.
It contained the disclaimer:
“If you die before you retire…”
It’s heading that way, to be honest.
The kittens were kitten shit crazy for Monday.
They are FREE.
We have given them a complete run of the great outdoors, on the strict understanding that they head towards the bottom of the garden, and avoid the road at the front.
I don’t think that they really understood the detailed instructions.
It all means that they disappear underneath the shed at the end of the garden, leading to a couple of worried folk back indoors.
Anna looked out of the attic window and saw Daisy [stop it] climbing a ladder in the garden that backs on to ours.
I looked up a gps tracking solution for cats.
They actually exist, but it was all a little too Big Brother for my wishy washy liberal ways.
But they are a worry.
Work, work, work.
It was OK.
I’m going to be very busy with a new client over the Christmas period. I put in a request for some extra training to be prepared.
I caught Match Talk on BBC Nottingham early evening.
It’s not a lot of fun being a Forest fan right now.
I’m still keeping track of Trent Bridge property prices, mind.
Monday evening was spent watching the Test match ‘highlights’ - HIGHLIGHTS.
Plus some preparation as we both head back to South London later in the week.