Back to the 7am work shifts, and back to escaping for the mid-morning swim.
Mr Cormorant was looking SPLENDID perched on his pole down at the Hythe.
Does he ever look anything different?
I didn’t have time to stop. Instead I rubber-necked him as I cycled on through.
I almost came up cropper down by the Muddy Banks, right beside Mr Cormorant.
The gym was great; the pool was pah.
West Ham Wanker approached me in the steam room, insistent on telling me of his plans for the afternoon:
“I’m taking the Mother in Law out hitch hiking.”
ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA.
A little more work, and then I had just enough light left for some anarchic gardening and a window clean.
More work, and then an evening of photo unarchiving.
Future SE17 families will thank me for capturing EVERYTHING from my fave Southwark school.
I tried to watch the L******er Vs D***y match.
I ended up sitting on my hands once again.
Anna FaceTimed from South London.
I had a video tour of the new fitted wardrobes back in the flat.
What the F went wrong with my life?
And then finally I listened to a little Mr Mule with some sloe gin in the library.
Geezer’s got a LOVELY voice.
Always said that.
Yep.