Serenade Radio and starch to start Tuesday morning.
I sound like a talking head from I Love 1955.
Julie London was LOVELY with the Bran Flakes.
Mr Postman then delivered enough starch to see me through to 1956.
Stiff upper collar, Jase.
Work, rain, work, rain.
Arse.
That was my Tuesday.
The scheduling of shifts left me housebound all day. The Estuary Wilds unpleasantness made it something of a less bitter pill to swallow.
I got my kicks from the tea pot all day.
The kittens had other ideas.
Daisy was outside for a little too long.
I did my shouting down the garden routine.
There was movement from the top of the very tall tree in the neighbours garden. A quick bounce on our shed route, and then five seconds later and Daisy was back indoors.
Daisy is a worry.
Here’s The Other One:
Caught by the River was a charming read on Blakeney Point. It has been my ambition for the past 40 years to own the lifeboat house.
The seals can sod off.
The Estuary Wilds rain did stop. I ventured outside to leave the recycling out.
Life in the fast lane, Jase.
I noticed some snowdrops starting to shoot up in the front garden.
The first ball of the new season will be bowled at The Oval soon.
More work, some school editing, and then I watched the Shannon Matthews drama on BBC1.
What a very odd story.