The frog conveyor belt was on fast forward for Thursday.
The first frog was waiting for me on the kitchen floor after 6am. I took him outside, only to return and see Dotty bring a second in.
Naughty Dotty.
It’s gone past the comical to the quite tedious now. I’m sure the local frog population feels the same.
Work was also testing first thing.
Big Client #1 had some tech issues. We can can handle this. Sure.
The only problem was that most of the tech team was still sleeping.
It’s all about processes, Comrades.
Sorted.
I was inspired to fix some problem solving of my own.
We don’t need FIVE recycling wheelie bins back at South Lambeth Road for the flat. To be fair, Lambeth Council was half decent at agreeing to take three away.
Back in the Estuary Wilds and Late Junction was being drowned out by the bloody Essex diggers.
The road outside was being resurfaced. I watched in awe as a BIG BEAST of a contraption took a layer off the surface as though it was peeling an apple.
Some FOOL had forgotten to shift their car.
Oh dear.
The work continued. I spent most of the morning with Daisy. Dotty disappeared upstairs.
@RobertElms added some more entries to the Ldn playlist. There are still some major gaps.
Wot No Soul to Soul?
Having returned once again to my goatee face, I went about sourcing some cheapo blades online.
But you need to pay for quality.
I tired to buy some cheapo quality. I’ve got a pack of ten Excel arriving from Gawd knows where sometime next month.
The work rota dropped for the next three weeks. I’ve been waiting for this so that I can organise my South London activities over the summer months.
It was a tight squeeze, but it all just about slots together.
Daisy then became a worry. What started as a hour or so of catch up time soon became CHUFF - why aren’t you moving?
I panicked. She was out for the count.
I had a tight window for a swim. I decided to disappear, put in 40 power lengths and then see how she was.
She still hadn’t shifted when I returned an hour later.
Dotty gave her a good licking.
Daisy jumped up and ate some food, then disappeared outside.
They are a worry.
A little more work, and then a trip to the local Repair Cafe. My Brompton bag is b0rked. I fear that it is even beyond the repair talents of my Repair Bag Man.
Work took me all the way through until 11pm.
Work, work, work.