A big fat frog waiting for me early on Friday morning.
Cheers Dotty.
I use to blog boring bollocks about how I went for swim, a bicycle ride and then hit the BOOZE.
Now it seems that these daily entries revolve around taking frogs back outside.
It’s all part of the game, innit.
I think I am losing.
I calmed down with the Eliza Carthy #LateJunction mix tip. It was all there - Molly Drake to Salt-N-Peppa.
My diary then flagged: PAY TAX BILL.
Arse.
There’s no getting around this, is there?
Having made the seamless switch from BT Vision to Now TV for Sky Sports, it was time to package up and return the BT Box.
It’s been almost a year since it was first dispatched.
I’m not nostalgic about small black pieces of tech. But I remember the date as it was… the date that the poor mad cat first took a turn for the worse 🙁
And so here we are, one year later.
I do miss her desperately.
I escaped to the gym for a little clarity.
Fischerspooner’s Emerge was being pumped out in the gym.
What is this? 2003 all over again?
It reminded me of the days back at worldpop. The too cool for school dance kids use to takeover the office stereo every afternoon.
Siege Siege Sputnik did it far better back in the day, Comrades.
I swam in the same lane as an office worker. I know this because I recognised him by his office attire: suit trousers, a shirt and tie and - wait for it - sensible back to school black shoes and a bloody anorak rather than a suit jacket.
I chuffing HATE this look.
I thought that the Man at C&A disappeared three decades ago?
Hey hoe.
I gained two lengths on Mr Office Worker in the 40 that I put in.
I bombed it back to base for the next run of work shifts. A young family was out on the Trail optimistically doing the blackberry thing.
Bit early in the season for festivities, Sir, etc.
Frog came and went throughout the afternoon.
As did the road repair fellas and their bloody noisy rollers.
The whole house vibrated for around half an hour. It wasn’t the pleasurable experience that it could have been.
I headed to the garden to harvest the courgette.
MADAM.
A brief Buzz piece was bashed out.
I set in place the process to start my monthly routine online back ups.
I left it all running whilst watching the t20 on Sky with a little light refreshment.
Chin chin.
I’m off to bloody Cockermouth in the morning.
Oh Lordy.