A day of work and play.
The 7am work shift was smooth.
Back down at the other end of the line and Anna was organising the painters at South Lambeth Road.
Once again, I had the better deal.
We’ve run out of energy to complete the flat renovation. We need some finishing touches with paint here and there.
My Palace supporting painter has got three other Eagle fellas joining him in the flat on Friday.
Which makes the Painter:Palace goals ratio this season 4:0.
Ouch.
I hope we don’t end up with a red and blue bathroom.
I pressed on with the work. Peel was once again my early morning music of choice.
OH how we miss him.
I had a backlog of photos to edit. I like to turn these around ASAP. The unedited folder becomes unmanageable otherwise.
I went through the Nu Vauxhall shoot from last Sunday, as well as the Brixton Design Trail and an Estuary Wilds walk from last night.
The damp finally lifted mid-morning. I went outside to explore what delights autumn had delivered to the garden.
I found some late, late summer flowers, a rather impressive spider and yet more bloody raspberries.
Anna planted an autumn cane - y’know, in case we reached September and didn’t have raspberries coming out of our arses.
This was a momentous morning In MTB News. The summer MTB was stored away for another year, and out came the BEAST that is the winter MTB.
28″ wheels.
Woh.
It is coming close to gym membership renewal time. The f-ers have put the prices up for the first time in seven years.
I tried to barter at Reception.
I was told that other gyms and other options exist.
oh.
My decision To Renew or Not to Renew may be influenced by BO Boy.
Phew. What a STINKER etc.
I had to cut short my weights sessions because of the stench.
I retreated to the sanctuary of a swim.
Twenty lengths in and BO Boy emerged out of the gents.
u-oh.
I watched as he made his way towards the pool. His flesh was dry. He hadn’t showered.
I wondered what Daniel Cruz Tizon would do in such a situation?
I took my lead from the Coffee Ponce of SW8 and make my escape.
Daisy was waiting for me back at base by the back door. For a moment I thought that she was the Mad Cat.
I do miss the Mad Cat terribly 🙁
But Daisy and Dotty are lovely.
The afternoon work shifts were interrupted by the delivery of worms.
Finally, finally the wriggly wrigglers have shown up. This saga has taken up half my summer.
They were sent to Essex; they need to be back at South Lambeth Road.
Oh dear.
I put together a mini DIY wormey to keep the little fellas happy over the weekend.
I was in need of some energy to get me through the afternoon shifts. I’m not sure where it came from, but my junglist urges returned.
Back in the day and this was the only shit that I listened to for around three years or so.
I am completely out of touch with the junglist scene.
Is there still a junglist scene?
I went in search of Fabio and Grooverider on the iPlayer. Instead I found Friction.
Which was half decent.
I’ll be back on the 5am benders back at the Ministry of UNsound underneath the Elephant arches next.
Yeah, right…
I actually OD-ed on the junglist massive. I now had too much energy and a little spare time.
A bicycle ride would sort me out.
I rolled out on the tourer on the Wifey Weekender route.
The late afternoon sun around the Estuary Wilds was spectacular.
Some flapjack was thrown together on my return. My addiction levels almost match my tea dependency levels.
#TOTP on BBC4 was ACE.
Hazell Dean reminded me how Hi-NRG was the bollocks back in the day.
Anna returned from S Ldn late in the evening. We had fun chopping up the veg with her new fancy veg chopping thing.
And then we settled down to watch her blue nose toffee boys in the Europa League.
Oh dear, etc.