I bought some BOOZE at 6:30am on Wednesday.
GEDDIN, etc.
It was hipster bollocks IPA BOOZE as well.
DOUBLE GEDDIN.
Mr Money Saving Expert had a link for eight bottles for £12. Free delivery as well.
So what if they are going to be out of date?
I tucked into the morning Bran Flakes with a sheen to my smile.
But someone needs to pay for this BOOZE.
OH HAI 7am shift.
You know what comes next in these increasingly formulaic blog posts.
Yep - time for the bicycle ride towards the gym.
The Trail was busy with half term walkers and other bicyclists. It was ACE to see young families cycling along together.
I didn’t have much time at the gym. Forty power lengths in a lane on my own was perfect.
I had a brief conversation with some sneezing staff members. They don’t receive sick pay 🙁
I can’t but help think that sickie members of staff isn’t ideal for a health club.
Back at base and Daisy was a bit of a worry. She is showing a strong interest in the other side of the side passage gate.
Here Be Road.
Oh dear.
She can’t vault it. She did make a dash for it though when I tired to wheel my bicycle back in.
Dotty was lost long ago to the other side of the garden gate. She’s street cred - but not as street cred as she likes to think she is.
Daisy however is my #FaveKitten who will break my heart if she crosses over to the dark side.
It’s a worry.
If it’s a Wednesday morning then it must mean that it is BIN DAY.
I was still right pissed off that some arse lifted our two garden waste bags a couple of weeks ago.
With the fortnightly cycle now back with us, I went in search of any empties with my house number on them outside other properties.
BINGO!
BASTARD.
They’re mine.
I’ll have them back, thank you very much.
*an overstatement for sure - I’m sure there is a very innocent explanation*
More work.
More searching for policies about policies.
GOTCHA.
Having finally caught up with the George Michael documentary on C4, I fired up the Symphonica album. I confess to not having played this before.
The opening chords of Let Her Down Easy gave me a bit of a moment.
I recognised the song, but couldn’t quite place the original.
It is a song of such beauty that it can only be from the Great American Songbook.
A quick google and oh - Terrence Trent D’arby.
Blimey.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I’ve broken a few hearts - and had mine broken half a dozen times in as many weeks - listening to Mr D’arby’s debut back in the day.
I finally got round to subbing and publishing the SE17 school content from last Friday.
Half term week has gone >WOH.
That nice Mr Marks and Mr Spencer mailed me my £50 voucher.
I took out a credit card against all my morals, and spunked £100 on some posho corporate work shirts earlier in the month.
The deal was £50 back.
I was sceptical that it would ever arrive.
School chinos AHOY!
Another afternoon work break led to a messy, messy garden session.
I was a man on a mission. That mission was to hack down the MEGA daisies that have taken over the garden.
I don’t think that MEGA daisies are the correct terminology.
But anyway. They’ve gone.
The early evening work shift was spent trying to listen to Astral Weeks. I confess to never having gone from start to finish.
Three tracks in and Spotify served up an ad for a Christmas album.
Mariah Carey is not what Van the Man had in mind.
Come track four and I thought F-this.
I was bored shitless.
Apologies.
Sleaford Mods it is then
Out went the shout early evening of:
“To Wivenhoe Town Council!”
Oh dear.
You FOOL.
There was an EGM to elect a new Cllr. I thought I would attend, just to observe, you understand.
Thankfully it was brief. I was back at base in time for the second half of West Ham vs lolSpuz.
#lolSpuz etc.