Another dirty stop out from Madam Dotty overnight.
She was last seen at 10pm the night before. Her walk of shame back to the house wasn’t until 8am.
Madam Dotty is a worry.
Anna missed her as she did her South Ldn disappearing act.
I took it easy cycling along the Trail. I still can’t believe that I fitted an inner to the MTB last night. I was waiting for the inevitable pssssst halfway along the Trail.
It didn’t happen.
What did take place was the return of Mr Cormorant, perched on top of his Hythe pole. I think he has been on holiday for the past month.
The swim was shit. I had goggle issues.
I’ve reached that point where something is wrong, but I’m too much of a tight arse to switch to a replacement pair.
Work was lively.
One client was stung with the petya ransomware.
Oh dear.
We had an all company webinar late in the day. These now include monthly industry insights.
The pace of change in social makes the previous update now redundant.
Which is kinda the point…
Tuesday was all about Instagram stories.
I did about five minutes research early evening, and then spunked out on a 4TB external drive.
Always max out on memory if you have the money. I couldn’t quite stretch to the 8TB beast.
Some FaceTime catch up with Anna back at the flat followed. The new kitchen is almost complete.
I’ll be packing my suitcase in the morning.
YEAH.