Monday was characterised by an uncertain work schedule.
I made plans around possible plans, but ended up waiting most of the morning for those plans to be put into place.
Hey hoe.
At least the Postie delivered.
The Postman Delivers:
Yeah, yeah.
I’ve got something of a Brompton bag fetish at the moment. I usually approach the start of a new school term with a new set of shirts.
It’s Brompton bags for September, BABY.
When the work did arrive I was shunted upstairs. Anna blagged the superior Desk from the Raj / Colchester.
Daisy and Dotty have no such work surface snobbery. They joined me in the upstairs office and didn’t move a great deal all day.
I attempted a little more photo unarchiving in-between the stop / start work. I’ve reach 2008. My archive is pretty much characterised by a certain SE17 school.
I received confirmation on some working hours around luncheon. This gave me the green light for the swim.
It was my first time on the Trail for almost a week. Mr Cormorant was back on top of his Hythe pole after his short summer break.
The swim was shit.
Bloody Width Woman was in the fast lane, taking up the space that is usually adequate for two.
She’s not a large lady; she just doesn’t understand the concept of lane sharing.
I took out my minor aggression with some weights in the gym.
We had some work training on a new tool later in the day. It’s all about processes, etc.
Those processes are about to change.
I had an intensive run of work shifts late afternoon and all evening.
I need the new term to start so that I can relax.
Yeah, right.