A working day with the cats indoors.
My toothache appears to have eased.
It’s all about the Druqs, innit.
I’m bloated on penicillin, ibuprofen and paracetamol.
I skipped the Special Brew on the Bran Flakes.
The early morning work shift should have then led to a little exercise. I managed to pick up a last minute work shift and so stayed indoors and got my head down.
Outside and the back lawn that I cleared yesterday was once again full of leaves.
Why do I bother?
The Budget came, the Budget went.
I didn’t understand much.
My one free hour in the day was for a brief road test of the Brompton. I’m still unsure if the gear shifting is as smooth as it should be.
I had a brief spin around the Estuary Wilds lanes.
It felt fine.
This then led to something of a shed rearrangement. I need to create some space ahead of the arrival of the new Moulton Deluxe.
Bye bye bicycle trailer. We never used you much anyway.
I backed out of the Black Friday deal for BT Sport. I asked for clarification if I could end the contract if the price went up during the 18 month deal.
Ask a silly question, etc.
Bugger orf, BT.
Early evening and out went the shout of:
“To #SUNNYCOLCH!”
oh.
It was the November Cabinet meeting at CBC.
With the Question Time crew setting up in the Town Hall, Cabinet was shunted out to Rowan House.
The meeting dragged, even by Cabinet standards.
I tweeted my arse off for The Chronic, and then was very kindly given a lift back to base by a Cabinet member.
What takes place in the LibDem car, stays in the Libdem car.
Or something.
Some FaceTime with Anna followed.
Money’s too tight to mention, etc. We agreed to scale back from Amazon Prime to simply Amazon Music Unlimited.
Alexa: play Do They Owe Us a Living.