7am work with distractions.
Anna, Daisy and Dotty, all going about their morning routine.
I am the only male in a household with two toilets. Anna, Daisy and Dotty staked their territories.
It’s not easy trying to clean your teeth with a cat sitting in your sink.
Mid-morning saw the escape to the gym.
I felt like fuck.
Oh dear.
I keep on telling myself that I will increase the weights. Friday morning went the other way.
A female gym user was putting in the bench presses wearing a M&S cardigan.
It looked most odd.
I had a lane to myself in the pool. Two dozen big boned ladies were doing the aqua-aerobic water pushing thing.
Ah - so that’s why my lane was empty.
More work.
Anna disappeared for a silly golf lesson.
I made a trip the library to pick up the garden waste bags. Our old ones were half-inched earlier in the week.
Make hay, etc.
I had a couple of hours of daylight remaining to tidy up the autumnal mess.
I dived in with fading skies to tackle the bamboo shoots. I couldn’t resist a comedy Mozza moment in the dark, slapping my backside with them.
#OddJase.
Early evening and out went the shout of:
“Village Pub Crawl!”
Oh dear.
The shout didn’t come from me.
I was a little sheepish as I necked half pints whilst looking over my shoulder.
BOOZE continued back at base along with some iPlayer catch up action.
Chin chin.