An Ashes breakfast - audio, not TV.

Arse.

I had another u-turn over BT Sport.

An 18 month contract was snaffled up with some discounts thrown in. I managed to get the broadband deal frozen for a further 18 months as well.

I dislike all this ‘free choice’ and wasted energy in trying to beat the market.

The market always wins, Comrades.

But yeah - I should be able to have proper Ashes breakfasts in time for the second Test.

I had some routine work shifts to pay for all this.

The mid-morning gym was empty. Ditto for the pool - both with people and water.

Another couple of inches has been lost from the pool overnight. It is most odd.

I am convinced that this is the reason for my recurring dream of swimming in a pool that is emptied before I reach the end of the first length.

Back at base and the rest of the working day was spent in the company of Alexa and Amazon Music.

I was like a kid in a sweet shop.

Alexa: play Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam Featuring Full Force.

Alexa: play UTFO.

Alexa: play Man Parrish.

It was the same when I first set up peer to peer file sharing - for some reason I dived straight in to my early 80’s hip hop period.

Tickets were booked for a visit back to the Fair City late in the day.

How much?

Blimey.

It would be cheaper to fly.

An appointment was made for the first round of root canal surgery.

OUCH.

I laid off the druqs a little today.

Some more work, and then a little Buzz research for a news story in the morning.

Anna returned from S Ldn later in the evening.

Alexa was a very busy lady.

We settled down to hide behind the settee and watch #bbcqt from Britain’s Oldest Recorded town.

Oh Lordy.

Shit and giggles, etc.