An early morning ear wash from Dotty.
It was 5am when Kitten #2 came up close and decided that my personal hygiene routine was a little lacking.
She then went about my beard, tugging away at it with her teeth.
Friends: I am NOT stressed out. Those bags under my eyes are all down to Dotty.
I had a brief Sunday morning work shift, and then Anna and I disappeared off along what is a messy, messy Trail.
I was on Puncture Patrol. Between us we have had three psssssts in the space of three weeks.
I looked manic, pointing out shards of glass as we struggled against the cold conditions.
I actually crashed into a tree at one point.
So what if I have a buckled front wheel?
At lest my tyre is still inflated.
Anna had her Gym Bunny hat on. She went through the paces on the treadmill.
I GRUNTED like a trooper with the not very heavy weights.
Forty lengths in the pool, and then a little over exuberance in the steam and sauna.
The plan was to exit the gym fully boiled, and then head off on a hack out to Fingringhoe in the freezing conditions.
We left the gym, both looked at each other and though f-that.
And so a morning at bloody B&Q instead.
We’ll miss it when it is gone.
The ROCK ‘N’ ROLL spending was all centred on the South Lambeth Road flat: paint, a light for the bedroom and some door stoppers.
Two outta three ‘aint bad was the end result.
We both argued over the bedroom light.
The Fingringhoe hack was replaced by a cold Quayside stroll.
I then watched the second half of the Swansea Vs L******er match.
Early evening was spent editing and publishing Warm and Toasty content from Friday.
The weekend came to a close with us watching the Dad’s Army remake.
You stupid boy, etc.