A rare Thursday morning spent working with Anna. I know who looked like they were having the most fun.
I downed tools mid-morning and cycled off to the pool.
The ‘buddy’ count continues to rise each day. I’ve adopted a default position where I refer to everyone as buddy as well.
Except for West Ham Wanker.
I didn’t even get the chance on Thursday morning. Mr Wanker was in the racist UKIP spa, talking nonsense on his phone.
I hung around for a little while waiting for the accident waiting to happen. But it never came, buddy.
Work then went a little bonkers.
An external tech issue caused a few company wide mild panics. It’s all about systems, and systems for coping with system issues.
And relax.
@RobertElms played Kirsty 🙁
The work Scheduling Gods SMILED on me mid-afternoon. I cycled downstream and out towards White House Beach.
Blue skies, an incoming tide and not another soul in sight.
I fell asleep halfway through the new Willie Nelson album.
Early evening saw the ICC trophy highlights.
The Oval looked LOVELY.
And then an evening of work, all the way through until bedtime.