Wednesday

Cat sick to kick start Wednesday.

Whoops.

I heard the sound of a throat being cleared at around 5am. I cautiously made my way downstairs, barefoot, an hour later.

I still can’t find the sick, or even pinpoint which of the kittens had an early morning chunder.

It was a daily occurrence with the mad cat; this was only the fourth time that the kittens couldn’t quite hold down their food - not that I’m keeping a spreadsheet or anything.

The mad cat really wasn’t a very well cat 🙁

Chris Wood on #LateJunction was a half decent listen for the early morning shift. I liked the idea that not listening to music is somehow musical in itself.

An invoice dropped for the hosting of m’blog for another year. I value it as an extra layer of storage for my photos.

Words are always an after thought, Comrades.

I set off for the morning cycle along the Trail. The first sign of the daffodils are starting to shoot through in the garden.

Moist

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It was bloody icy out there along the Estuary Wilds. It was a morning for soft hands on the handlebar.

West Ham Wanker was on his usual piss poor form on the treadmill.

He asked the charming Chinese fella who runs a local restaurant:

“Why is your wife so thin? What does she eat? Only rice?”

He then added:

“Your race are all thin anyway. Except the Sumos.”

Except the Sumos.

Oh dear.

I did a runner from the treadmill and took sanctuary in the pool. It reeked of bloody perfume.

ewww.

Snorkel Lady hit me in the face as I tired to squeeze past her.

I don’t think that Snorkel Lady exists on a diet of only rice.

And then work.

Much of Wednesday was prepping up for another crisis simulation session tomorrow morning.

I listened to some early Human League, having reached the Sheffield chapter in Rip It Up.

I still prefer the masterpiece of Love and Dancing - yep, more so than the originals on Dare.

I paid my tax bill early evening.

OUCHY OUCHY OUCH.

My income fluctuates each year. This makes my personal tax situation something of a mess.

Which led me to Mr Brown, for the evening entertainment.

Not now James, we’re busy, etc.

#PWEI

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