Rain dodging for Thursday morning.
I needed to get from the Estuary Wilds back down to South London. I needed the Brompton to be with me as well.
But my Brompton ‘aint getting wet for no one.
I had a public transport unfriendly Walworth to Brixton route to carry out later in the day.
Plus there’s the tube strike on Monday which will bugger me up without the Brompton.
I somehow managed to avoid the stop / start showers all day.
It must have been the luck of the cravat.
#CravatTwat
It was a busy old day down in SE17.
Ukuleles, Nursery parachute playing and a bloody brilliant Year 6 assembly all about The Man on the Wire.
I had to make a dash for it at chucking out time over to Brixton.
I stopped off once again at the Bowie mural.
It is a beautiful place in town with a genuinely lovely ambience.
On the agenda up Brixton Hill was a visit to Olive Morris House.
Oh dear.
This is a task that usually fills any Lambeth resident with dread.
It’s been more than two decades since I braved Lambeth Council customers services.
Thursday afternoon was all about securing some trader’s parking permits - a snip at £18.50 per day.
EIGHTEEN CHUFFING POUNDS FIFTY.
It’s Easier Online was the not very helpful slogan plastered around Olive Morris House.
Trust me Comrades: it’s not.
But then again 45 minutes to buy some over-priced parking permits was more testing than Year 1 maths earlier in the day.
I was first told that they had “sold out.”
Ta for coming, etc.
Of course they hadn’t.
My request for seven parking permits was then met with a blank expression.
“We only sell them in units of 1, 5 and 10.”
OK… So I’ll have one set of 5, and two single permits.
This wasn’t possible either.
Some poor sod rolled up with some colourful street language and threatening to do all sorts to the staff if they didn’t meet his request.
He claimed that he was a community leader.
He also claimed that his MP had sent him.
I hope that it wasn’t Hoey.
It put my parking permits problem into perspective.
I was patient, and managed to leave with seven permits and an empty wallet.
Olive Morris would be pissing in her grave.
A surprise awaited me back in the flat: OH HAI WIFEY.
Anna had been working from home, ahead of a return to Kitten Watch back in the Estuary Wilds.
We did the husband and wife catching up thing.
*not* a metaphor, btw.
I had a brief Lidl run, and then settled down to edit the SE17 school content.
I caught TOTP from 1983.
Billie Jean has gone from 20 to 17.
Way to go, MJ.
Level 42 were ACE.
Plus there was the first UK charting for Prince with 1999.
It’s still not raining, btw.
I’ve got a return to Lake Brockwell in the morning.
It looks bloody balmy out there with the water temperature having risen to 7 degrees.
Come on in, the water’s…
Thursday's completely bonkers pool temp has risen again to an unbelievable 7 degrees.
It will rain later, but enjoy your swim today ..😊 pic.twitter.com/uCG4l3c6Zj— Brockwell Lido Users (@BrockwellLido) February 2, 2017
LOVE IT.