Tuesday

School emails very early on Tuesday morning.

This is never the best platform to discuss future ways of working. It was a little unsettling. I’m putting that down to the medium, and not the message.

Patsy Cline calmed me down.

Come On In on Serenade Radio was the perfect tea slurping music.

Work shifts started at 8am. The madness from Monday seems to have disappeared - for now.

Some emails dropped mid-morning confirming that the Town Hall Tapes and my own JC audio output are both now in the iTunes Store.

GEDDIN, etc.

Which is what poor Daisy did.

The BEAST of a bully with a poncey bell around his neck chased her all the way down towards the back door.

The BASTARD.

I’m going to lay the blame on the BEAST whenever the neighbour from down the road accuses Dotty of shitting in his ‘nature garden’ again.

Simon Inglis was a guest with @RobertElms.

Inglis is the authority on British sporting stadiums. The Football Grounds of Britain (first edition) would be an item on my Desert Island Discs.

He was with yer man Bob to talk about Wembley. I liked his observation that Wembley is the only London suburb that is chanted at football grounds outside of the capital.

I switched to Surry ball-by-ball mid-morning.

You could say it was a BOWLING DAY.

I hope to be back at The Oval later in the week.

Meanwhile, The Postman Delivers:

The Postman Delivers: #OddJase

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#OddJase

The rest of the morning was spent chasing down an AWOL desk for South Lambeth Road. The modern interweb is great at locating specific items, but not so good on delivering.

Work tools were downed for luncheon. I disappeared along the Trail and a return to the gym for the first time in a few days.

Blustery blue, innit

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The sides of the Trail had been cut - probably for the final time this season. I was weary of thorns as I cycled through an aroma of gorgeous, damp, thick grass.

Some fella at the gym greeted me with:

“Hey, Bud.”

I’m not a drink, Buddy.

His name was always Buddy, etc.

The gym felt good, and so did the swim.

I had a tight turnaround ahead of the afternoon shifts.

And then the garden.

Oh Lordy.

I have been putting this off for the past few days. It is a bloody mess.

I made a few inroads, but not quite the full autumnal trimming that the overgrowth deserves.

I caught the final ten overs of the England Vs WI ODI.

And then a half-arsed interest in L******er Vs Liverpool.

Oh yeah - it was a BIG day for Disco Darryl.

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