A tired Jase to start the working week.
The Estuary Wilds rain rattled away all night on the attic window. One kitten tried to bite my toes off, whilst the other head-butted me at 3am.
Cheers, luvs.
I had the 7am work shift once again. Nigel Kennedy’s #LateJunction mixtape just about got me through it.
Some early morning reading from Jude Rogers and Caught by the River then followed:
“Spring is coming. You can even see it now at five in the evening, which has suddenly become five in the afternoon.”
Jude use to write with the dirt of London under her fingernails. The words in Smoke read with the same sense of clarity as a West End ES billboard.
It’s ACE to see that the dirt is still there, but now transported to the land toil of Not Lnd.
The bruncheon break brought the escape to the gym. I gave the Trail a miss, and cycled along Boundary Road and past the University instead.
I pounded the treadmill in an attempt to confirm that my unfortunate injury is no longer giving me grief.
Nothing shook.
That’s a good sign.
Some light weights, followed by an even lighter swim.
I dried off, and then got SOAKED once again on the bicycle ride back to base.
More work.
Plus publishing the SE17 school content from Friday. I’m running a little behind with my schedule.
I listened to the Deserter mini-Pubcast.
Listening to Deserter makes me want to drink beer.
But this wasn’t the best of ideas with a run of afternoon work shifts coming up.
Match Talk was depressing. I have abandoned all plans to move back to the Fair City until Forest are half-decent once again.
If they f-up after I am back living on Trentside, then I will bugger off once again.
There.
That’s told them.
The evening work was interrupted by Dotty and more Mr Toad woes.
This is the fourth time in a week that she returned with poor Mr Toad wedged between her teeth.
I wonder if it is the same Mr Toad each time?
Once again I took Mr Toad out for a walk, and set him free at the other end of the road. I couldn’t be arsed to take him halfway across the town.
He’s either very stupid, or simply loves living here.
One half of that equation could also be levelled at me.
Hey hoe.