An unexpected invite for a new work project dropped early on Tuesday morning.
Thank you very much. I wasn’t expecting that.
Also dropping was the Lambeth Tories alternative Budget.
A Buzz piece followed.
It’s a rum state of affairs when you look towards the blue rinse lot for some resistance.
I looked at my notes from the WTC meeting the night before.
Arse.
Have I really got to type these up?
A little more work.
Some Gilles Peterson as the soundtrack.
Hugh Masekela’s What is Wrong with Groovin’ sounded particularly ACE.
The escape to the gym couldn’t be made until mid-afternoon. My body clock was all over the place.
The weights were routine. The swim was smooth.
I settled in a very busy spa. Some unusually warm water passed over me.
ewww.
This was my signal to leave.
An early evening of work shifts.
The Chelsea Vs Barcelona match held my attention a little more than I expected.
Football. Bloody hell, yeah?
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) February 20, 2018