Some banging around in the early hours and then vomiting.
It can only mean one thing.
I was aware of her crashing around downstairs at around 3am. I decided to let it go and went back to dreaming about [not bloody telling you.]
Three hours later and I walked into the CARNAGE in the kitchen: a dead mouse with his his head half eaten, next to cat sick containing… half the head of a dead mouse.
But she’s a damn good hunter, I’ll give her that.
I put on the marigolds and got to work with the scrubbing before the first cup of tea of the day.
It was all done before The Postman Delivers:
We must be talking serious Forest retro here.
Or perhaps just an eBay bargain as I try and trade on past Trend End glory days.
I had a very tight turnaround for the swim ahead of the first work shift.
The Trail was parched.
I felt similar when I reached the other end.
The swim was ACE.
Forty lengths in a lane to myself.
I made it back to base just in time for the work shift, plus with perfect timing to watch Surrey wrap up the Championship game up at Scarborough.
— Ollie Pope (@OPope32) June 28, 2018
Whisper it: *shhh* this is a serious Championship contender side for the ‘rrey this season.
Work was routine.
I finally, finally managed to edit and publish the SE21 school content from Monday.
I need a new approach to this. One working day is stretching out to three or four. I need to reconsider my workflow.
Work was scheduled all the way through until the end of the day.
I ducked in and out of the England match.
Anna rocked up late in the day will tall tales of her la-di-da London lifestyle.