The Monday morning 7am shift was routine for once.

Hurrah!

#BigClient appears to have calmed down after a little online difficulty.

I celebrated by slurping as much tea as possible over a two hour period.

*slurp*

Also thirsty was Daisy.

As a pal commented via Instagram:

“Your cat is broken.”

Daisy loves water.

I tried to empty the over flowing water butt by draining it into a watering can, and then pouring it on to the compost.

Daisy decided to go underneath and take a shower.

Broken, I tell you. Broken.

A BIG gym session session followed. Then a swim, and some steam.

The afternoon work shifts were also pleasant. My soundtrack of Gilles Peterson had something of a retro ’94 feel.

WHAT A YEAR for beats.

My two Buzz pieces were published. The news list is once again starting to tot up.

Goodo.

I made the deadline of submitting a comment to the Planning Inspectorate for Dulwich Hamlet.

I’d like to stay at the current ground. But that ‘aint gonna happen when you play in prime East Dulwich land, and your club is owned by a property developer.

I upped the football stakes by listening to Match Talk on BBC Nottingham.

Or should that be downing the stakes?

It’s a big two weeks coming up on Trentside: away at Burton with Young Nigel, and then the return match against the Sheep.

My old man said be a D****y fan…

And then more proper, proper football to finish Monday with the West Ham Vs Chelsea match.

Football. Bloody hell.