The Work Scheduling Gods weren’t on my side for a gym trip on Monday morning. And so a brief Estuary Wilds run instead.
It was going so so until I reached Alresford. A dog ran in front of me. I fell over.
Ouch.
A few cuts and bruises - mainly to my ego. A fallen runner has no dignity.
I legged it around the back half of the course ahead of an 8am work start.
Big Client #1 has had better Monday mornings. Not a digital issue this time, but good old analogue. I spent most of the morning paddling upstream…
I bashed out a brief Buzz piece ahead of Cabinet tonight. I’ve been sitting on so many Buzz stories during my S Ldn sabbatical.
The Sunny Stockwell flat should be finished later on this week. Time to have some fun, Comrades.
Luncheon brought some MASTER BAKER skills: I cooked some croissants.
GEDDIN.
We’ve had a few weeks of experimentation. The Big Ball of Dough a few weekends back almost led to me hanging my apron up.
That’s more like it.
The work ticked on, as did the tunes: Lowell George, Willie Nelson, Pop Will Eat Itself.
Blimey.
Ball-by-ball from The Oval kept the work energies alive late in the day.
Mr Sainsbury then kindly delivered two F-off boxes of Stella. Plus a few other groceries.
Le Tour and Wimbledon highlights, and then a late, late evening shift.
Flagging.