A bleepy, bleepy #LateJunction over breakfast.

Max Reinhardt is back in the Radio 3 chair.

Bleepy, bleepy, bleep with the Bran Flakes.

Also doing my head in was Dotty. She delivered another Mr Toad before I even had the chance to brush my teeth.

Mr Toad is the brains behind this operation; Dotty is dozy. Mr Toad played dead, with Dotty soon losing her patience.

I packaged Mr Toad up in an empty box of Oat So Simple - OH the dignity - and then hid him away in a cupboard whilst I got dressed.

He was released once again in the local pond at the other end of the road. I wished him luck - a message that I seem to pass on each morning now.

Daisy meanwhile is the absolute darling. She slept through the whole incident.

My gym session was half-decent. I had the ACE Downtown Soulville on my headphones. I’m way behind with the podcast catch up. An Allen Toussaint hour long tribute sounded magnificent.

Back at base and it was a light touch for the working day. The Work Shift Scheduling Gods had given me a bit of grace.

I listened to the Al Bailey piece on Audioboom. Bailey was always a giant back in the Castle Gate Trent days. It was great to hear the rest of his backstory.

Tea and Glenn Miller saw me through the remainder of the working afternoon.

I arsed around a little early evening with iMovie. It remains a breeze on mobile, but a bloated beast for the desktop.

We’re going to use video content a lot more once Colne Radio shifts to FM. The plan is to use social to help plug commercial messages.

I wasted half an hour reminding myself to ignore the desktop and stick to the mobile.

Darkness fell, and Daisy and Dotty insisted on going out.

We had resolved to keep them in after sunset. But Dotty in particular was a little stir crazy.

My evening pasta was eaten with an expectation of being joined by Mr Toad once again.

But it wasn’t to be.

Other online tasks ate into the evening; I had half an eye on the Man City Vs Huddersfield match.

Mr Toad is the most exciting thing happening in my life right now.