Panic buying a last minute birthday present for a niece to start off Tuesday morning.
A birthday card was also sourced from the stash. My glitter phobia is becoming a bit of an issue.
Serenade Radio soon restored the natural balance.
A bit of Matt Monro and Michelle went down well whilst munching on the Bran Flakes.
The 7am shift followed.
Pay to play, etc.
Wivenhoe Forum hosting renewal was up next.
Was it really seven years ago when I first had the CRAZED idea to connect?
Forum hosting has been renewed for a further 12 months https://t.co/MZQF90iy8U Many thanks to everyone who has contributed to the server fund. ^Jason
— Wivenhoe Forum (@WivenhoeForum) November 28, 2017
Some decent people swiftly chipped into the server fund.
Ta very much.
The morning swim was pedestrian. I was going through the motions.
Some swims are better than others.
More work back at base, and then some serious FOI sniffing around for a possible Buzz story.
It’s a BIGGIE, if it all stacks up.
Luncheon was spent enjoying the pussy tunnel – not me, but Daisy and Dotty.
They had a tug of war with a piece of string from opposite ends.
We’re trying to get Daisy fit and fatten up Dotty.
It doesn’t help that the unfit one doesn’t eat much, whilst the lean one polishes off everything put in front of her.
I had a few errands to run around town in-between the stop / start work.
Governing all this was waiting for the delivery of the new BT Box.
It was late.
But The Postman Delivers: a bomb box instead.
The BT box eventually turned up. I had it up and running in time to catch the highlights of the Ghent Six.
And so it begins.
I made inroads in demolishing the veg box.
Apart from a raw potato that’s the only solid to have passed my lips in the last sixty hours, etc.
Watford Vs Man Utd kept me, Daisy and Dotty company into the evening.
Football. Bloody hell.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) November 28, 2017
The cats like their football up close, eyes on the box.