Uncertainty to start Friday morning.
Daisy and Dotty had been out all night.
The dirty stop outs.
This wasn’t the plan. Dotty wanted to do her business as I was getting into bed, so to speak. And so I opened up the cat flap.
That was the last that I saw of them both until 6:30am.
Cats are a worry.
They finally came in looking rather wet and in need of some calmness.
#LateJunction, luvs?
That didn’t work out and so I blasted out some Sleaford f-ing Mods shortly after 7am.
@RobertElms was looking back on the best music of the past year. Suggestions were asked for the best live gig.
For me it would be Sleaford f-ing Mods at the Academy.
There is the danger that you confuse your best live gig with your only live gig of the year.
Whoops.
Work shifts were cleared up mid-morning. I sat down to write a Chronic review of the year.
In the end I couldn’t be arsed.
The Postman Delivers:
Nice.
Daisy and Dotty went out wandering once again. They returned an hour later making a bloody mess all over the house.
Cats will cure my OCD.
Big Client #1 had a wobble ahead of the Bank Holiday weekend.
Anna returned from S Ldn.
We caught up with Partridge and some Have I Got News episodes.
A little more work, and then it was all about the DARTS.
It’s *always* about the DARTS tbh.