Midweek early morning work shifts. The countdown is well and truly underway for the NYE work project.
I was free for a few hours mid-morning. I cycled along a busy Trail, heading towards the gym.
My Cormorant was in full tease mode down by the Hythe.
Sadly a dead swan was also washed up in the high waters of the Muddy Banks 🙁
A Christmas bicycle was on full show outside the gym - a top of the range Boardman MTB, front suspension and disk brakes.
It was locked up through the front wheel with what looked like a kiddie lock.
It could have been lifted in under 30 seconds.
The gym was decent.
GRUNT.
West Ham Wanker was asking about NYE plans back in the changing room.
“I LOVE a bit of Jools Holland. The only problem is that the plonker never puts on all of the bands that I want to watch.”
I think that’s a metaphor for West Ham Wanker’s life
Back at base and The Postman Delivers: a new cat flap.
You’re SPOILING them, Jase.
Seeing as though Dotty broke the old flap, it seems fitting that she should pay for it.
But Kitten World sadly doesn’t work like that.
Dotty is Anna’s kitten though.
I have a cunning, kitten plan, Comrades.
A little more work, and then I had just enough sunlight to make a start on the annual wisteria pruning.
I also picked up all of the leaves that were littered over the front garden patch of land.
It all seemed a little depressing, searching for any sign of life as we still crawl through the gloom of mid-winter.
And then in one corner, buried underneath the inch high carpet of leaves was some spring life form starting to poke through.
I’ve no idea what it is, but yep - new life ‘aint far away now.
Bloody hippie, Jase.
Anna returned from silly golf as dusk. We watched The Dictator film. It was kinda funny, but not in a £13 cinema ticket way.
Ha, bloody ha.
Hurrah for modern interweb streams.
And then the rest of Wednesday was all about darts and BOOZE.