An overnight wind blowing through the Estuary Wilds did wonders for my wisteria.
All remaining leaves have fallen. I now need to find the inspiration to rake them up.
Also enjoying the garden early doors was the BEAST of a bully with a poncey bell around his neck.
Daisy was indoors and went withdrawn all of a sudden. I glanced through at the darkness, and there he was: the BEAST of a bully with a poncey bell around his neck.
The BASTARD.
I hissed him down the garden, past the carpet of wisteria leaves and back to Poncey Bell Land.
He wants to do naughty things with my girls 🙁
Not with that poncey bell around your neck, fella.
The 7am shift was spent in the company of #LateJunction.
The Blood Tub Orchestra and Aint It Grand To Be Bloomin’ Well Dead sounded ACE with the Bran Flakes.
There was no time for a swim. The Work Scheduling Goddess gave me only a spare one hour window.
And so a run instead.
It wasn’t exactly inspirational. The skies were bruising and my timing was almost five minutes off a PB.
Some spammer called mid-morning trying to flog me boiler insurance.
I told him we didn’t have a heating system; we sit around an indoor camp fire every evening and try and keep warm as we burn away the twigs.
The spammer hung up on me.
Ask a silly question…
Dotty was out for most of the morning. She came in before luncheon, absolutely drenched. I had to get a towel out to dry her out.
@RobertElms was making preparations for the Friday four-fer.
And so was I.
The theme is the moon, in celebration of the super moon at the start of the week.
Easy peasy:
The work Christmas rota dropped mid-afternoon.
Pay to play…
I then had some work training on a new project that is about to start.
Never stand still…
Three FOI responses dropped, just as time was running a bit short for me.
I bashed out a Chronic piece, and then sat on a couple of Lambeth stories.
For now.
I couldn’t decide all day if I could really be arsed to head off into Sunny Colch for the final Full Council meeting of the year.
In the end I tossed a coin.
Best get down to the train station then.
As ever, it was all a load of bollocks.
And bollocks to them all.
Imagine what could actually be achieved if this was a Chamber served by Independent community Cllr's? #Colchester
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) December 7, 2017
I arrived back at base to find Anna having returned from her S Ldn party life.
We drank hot chocolate together in bed.