#FrogTuesday.
I counted seven different frogs being brought into the house by Dotty today. They were all in varying states of being.
Naughty Dotty.
I disappeared for the swim ahead of a run of work shifts.
The Big Red Boat down at the Hythe is having a fresh lick of paint. That’s a lot of red paint from next door at B&Q.
Thirty lengths were achieved with no real enthusiasm.
West Ham Wanker was banging on about his “Guvnor’s Guvnor.”
Cheers, Guv.
I worked in complete silence.
I forgot to set up any playlist at the start of the work shifts. I rather enjoyed the solitude and kept it that way. It was a most productive working day.
The dentist was the luncheon entertainment.
I went all Dot Cotton with tales of tooth pain. The dentist tried her hardest to find the source. My teeth are in good health.
I was told to cut down on the 15 cups of tea per day.
Chin chin.
Crappy FM was playing the not so crappy World Party whilst the dentist fired a jet stream of water into my molars.
I fired up Goodbye Jumbo for the afternoon work shifts.
Attention turned towards various South Lambeth Road money matters.
oh.
I sought further solitude in the garden.
I found some strawberries.
Anna FaceTimed late in the evening with news of the latest South Lambeth Road renovations.
It’s only taken us four years.
I fear that I will be awoken at four in the morning by another bloody frog.
Naughty, naughty Dotty.