Sunday

An 8am Sunday morning work shift with a hangover.

OUCH.

Except it was really 8am, it was 7am, thanks to the BST bollocks.

OUCH OUCH.

Those @DeserterBlog boys have got a bloody lot to answer for.

I bashed out the Buzz Dulwich match report, and then thought about killing the hangover.

The best cure is purification in the waters of Lake Brockwell.

I cycled through Brixton and then arrived at the lovely lido.

Hip Hop Chip Shop tease #Brixton

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It was BLOODY BEAUTIFUL there this morning.

And so here is home #lidolove

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I could see from one end of the pool to the other underwater. The temperature was at the near perfect 9.7 degrees.

I planned to pull out after ten lengths, but pushed on for fourteen.

Various thawing Icicles had started to gather poolside for some South London sun worshipping. It’s a little too early in the season to call it, but yep - sunbathing did take place.

I disappeared to the steam room for some silly stretching.

The sauna was a little strange. Some old fella tried to give me a philosophy lesson. I get enough of that crap back in the bloody Estuary Wilds, thank you very much.

I towelled off, changed, and then had a brief flirtation with TK Maxx in Brixton.

I left empty handed.

Some refuelling in Sunny Stockwell, and then out went the shout of:

“To the Barbican!”

Blimey.

I’ve been wanting to go to the Conservatory for some time now. It is only open on Sundays. Time has been a little tight.

#Barbican, innit

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I cycled though a deserted City and did the photo thing. I then followed the Barbican Yellow Line to the Conservatory.

A photoshoot with a model was taking place. It all looked painfully serious.

Cheer up, luv.

I had business back in the flat. A complete clean of indoors and the windows.

My work pinging thing pinged me to let me know that I had some more shifts.

I listened a little to the England match. 606 was shite. I know that Robbie Savage is paid by the BBC to be a troll; but it’s unlistenable.

Sunday came to a close publishing the SW9 school content from Friday.

I’m back in SE17 in the morning - a school theatre trip is planned 🙂

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