A morning to dazzle and not dip your bicycle lights along the Trail.
The visibility was no better than five metres or so.
Waiting for me at the other end was the gym.
Oh goody.
My foot is still broken.
My foot isn’t broken…
But yeah.
And so I dodged the treadmill, and went straight in with the GRUNTING on the weights.
The theme from S-EXPRESS sounded bloody ACE on the usually piss poor gym PA music selection.
That’s bad.
No - that’s goooood, etc.
Forty lengths followed in the pool.
I disturbed some ducks on the bicycle ride back to base. They had strayed from the Muddy Banks of the Colne and into the Trail undergrowth.
I rather like watching ducks fly.
The working day was full of busy shifts. One client has been rather newsworthy of late…
I had some time late in the day to play around with the menu on one of the school sites. Plus the very fiddly task of reformatting an entire 8,000 plus policy document.
The kittens were a distraction.
But a very pleasant one.
Monday evening was iPlayer catch up time.
We watched Corbyn on Marr, Trump on Panorama and some BBC3 Britain First scary shit that I somehow recorded over a year ago.
What a time to be alive, Comrades.