A crazy 7am work shift.
Which kinda set the tone for the rest of Monday.
I didn’t leave the house once, apart from to chase away the BEAST of a bully with a poncey bell around his neck.
The stop / start work gave me odd half hours here and there for other activities.
I surveyed the back garden and agreed that it needed a bloody good tidying up.
The Estuary Wilds weather forecast didn’t agree with me. I hesitated; the rain never came and the garden is still a little on the wild side.
My day of domesticity meant that Monday had plenty of cat time.
Daisy and Dotty followed me around the house as I changed my working location: the kitchen, the upstairs office, the Desk from the Raj / Colchester.
I down work tools whenever I am in the smallest room in the house, btw. Daisy and Dotty still follow me.
Novara Media was interesting listening. I try to follow some of the ideological arguments, but then… get a little lost.
No such worries with Matchtalk on BBC Radio Nottingham.
These are heady days to be a Forest fan.
I considered a midweek trip to Stamford Bridge for all of… oooh, half a minute.
The Brockwell Lido Users tweets thing was an annoyance. I’m locked into a conversation that I’m not part of.
My phone blinked and flashed every five minutes or so.
I muted the phone and pondered why anyone – especially BLU – would think that the lovely lido needs heating.
A late, late not so manic work shift finished off a frustrating Monday.