The 7am Friday early morning shift and I was chuffing freezing.
The Work at Home No Heating rule was being being stretched. Sunset seemed like another age.
The mid-morning cycle along the Trail was a hit and run affair. Only a lone rat running out in front of me slowed down the pace.
I did the gym GRUNTS, and then 30 power lengths.
Speak Like A Child sounded ACE in the pool. I managed a slight aquatic Friday foot shuffle.
That’s yet lot, Friday.
The Postman Delivers: Deck Shoes.
Oh goody.
I’ve developed a bit of a cheapo deck shoes fixation. At the last count I’ve got five pairs covering the Estuary Wilds and South London.
I can’t wait for Primarni to open next month in Sunny Colch…
More stop / start work then followed.
I kept a keen eye on #NigelWatch throughout the day.
I want the Number 9 back at the City Ground. I’ve felt this way for almost the past two decades.
A large part of this longing is the fantasy football world of restoring the dynasty. I’m not so naive to believe that this is the best thing for Forest right now.
I became a little nostalgic as the day developed.
Another twenty years of a Clough at the City Ground?
YES PLEASE.
I explained to Anna how this is the last chance for the dynasty to be restored in my lifetime.
The Number 9 and I will be too old if it is delayed any longer.
Funny old game.
#GETWARNOCK, etc.
A little more work, then I had some ongoing ‘issues’ to resolve at South Lambeth Road.
Awkward…
Daisy and Dotty did the usual Daisy and Dotty thing.
This means running around outside for an hour, and then sleeping for four.
Dotty did venture to the top of the garden gate. On the other side is cars.
I told Dotty how dangerous this is.
She didn’t budge.
Dotty is a worry.
Mr Money Man came round early evening. Our long term finances were once again being looked at.
“When did you marry?”
…asked Mr Money Man.
Neither of us knew.
#romance
And then a bit of basketball to begin the weekend. London Lions were being streamed on the BBC website. I bounced it back to the TV with Chrome.
LOVE tech.
Parkrun in the morning.
I’ve volunteered to marshall, seeing as though my foot is broken.
My foot isn’t broken.
Have a good one.