Monday morning working in the flat.
I remember this.
Remarkably the back room is actually quieter than the stillness back in the bloody Estuary Wilds.
A three hour shift, and then a little concentration was needed to give some thought to the LibDem manifesto for The Chronic.
I bloody LOVE this time of year: candidate names announced, manifestos making promises, waiting in vain for the #labourdoorstep.
Whaddyamean we haven’t delivered in the ‘free swimming for every resident’ pledge made eight years ago?
Speaking of which…
I had a beautiful mid-morning swim in Lake Brockwell.
This was a little later than my usual morning splashing about. I shared the lovely lido with one other swimmer.
I aimed for fourteen lengths once again; I was on a bit of a high when I clocked up twenty.
A brisk bicycle ride back to Sunny Stockwell, and then Disco Darryl and I knocked out Town Hall Tapes.
We spoke about LibDem manifestos…
A little more work, and then out went the shout of:
“To Liverpool Street!”
I was summoned back to the Estuary Wilds to be placed on cat duty.
We had some early evening work training, and then a run of shifts for the new client through until 11pm.
Manic, but I rather enjoyed that.