CAT SPLAT at 6am.
GOTCHA.
Having failed to worm Dotty over the past few days, we did the dirty first thing on Tuesday morning.
Anna then disappeared back to South London; Dotty disappeared under the bed.
I had been deserted.
Hey hoe.
I pressed on with the 7am shift.
Dotty then did a runner outside, only to return with Mr Toad between her teeth.
Naughty Dotty.
Mr Toad was still with us, but I feared for not much longer if Dotty continued with her devastation.
I took Mr Toad down to a pond, apologised, and wished him well.
I think that we are in for a long summer…
I published the WTC update from the night before.
It’s odd how shit can be slung vie the local paper, and then nothing is mentioned about the allegations in a public meeting.
What happened behind closed doors when the public were asked to leave?
I cycled on to the pool. The Trail remains hard and firm - the way I like it.
A brief gym session, and then a swirl of a swim. The aqua aerobic ladies were once again shifting a LARGE volume of water. I went round and round in circles.
More work.
Stop. Start. Stop. Start.
I bashed out a few social cards for the Colne Radio FM launch.
Content is King, etc. Especially so with a hit and miss online template package.
We had an all company webinar early evening. It’s not easy to communicate a friendly corporate face to a global remote workforce. My work folk somehow manage to do this.
Good effort.
And then some Wivenhoe Soup.
This is a gathering where local people get to vote upon which projects receive the £4,000 locality budget from the Borough Council.
You also get to slurp soup.
Here's our super Board member Heather updating the lovely #Wivenhoe Soup on how the community has helped us this past year. Thank you! pic.twitter.com/ZnwUEkGDxb
— Colne Radio (@ColneRadio) February 21, 2017
It was a very decent local event.
The ‘hyperlocal’ word was mentioned.
I squirmed.
I then went to the boozer with some lovely local folk.
#chinchin