A big old morning down in SE17.
But first, what about the bloody Estuary Wilds cats?
Time and tide has thrown us all out of sync. The summer daylight means that I am restless by 4am. Daisy and Dotty didn’t know what had hit them when I came to wake them up.
I turned on the radio.
Oh – there was that football match last night, wasn’t there?
I had momentarily forgotten all about that.
My leisurely morning routine then became a bit of a mad scramble as I tried to make the 6:57 back to Sunny Stockwell.
I had enough time to publish the Buzz piece all about the BOLLOCKS of Full Council Amendments.
Very childish, Comrades.
I was at LS by 8am, and then a Brompton bicycle ride over Ldn Bridge for a well-timed SE17 arrival.
This morning was all about the school play.
I stress more than the students, tbh.
My tripod was set up towards the back of the hall for the video content. I snapped away on the not so trusty f717, with a back up f717 in case it failed.
The play was ACE.
It has been embargoed online until the final performance on Monday.
I did a few more photos around the school, and then cycled back to the flat shortly before luncheon.
In Lidl News:
Bike Week again, innit.
Begging emails for domain renewals were settled.
I then had a run of work shifts through until 5pm.
I caught up with some Gilles Peterson. The Larry Heard special is well worth a listen, House Heads.
I had a mad clean up of the South Lambeth Road lavender garden.
No used condoms, natch, but my BUTT has finally run dry 🙁
Bang on cue and the Sunny Stockwell pony and trap trotted down South Lambeth Road at 5:30pm.
We once used the Concorde flyover as the alternative way of telling the Transpontine time. I rather like the idea that we have travelled back in time with the pony and trap now keeping us on time.
Out went the shout of:
“To The Oval!”
The ‘rrey had a t20 Slog Fest against the bloody Essex SLAPPERS.
Anna rocked up fashionably late after finishing her corporate gig.
It was great to catch up with all the old korfball / cricket crowd: Red Maz, t20 Tony, Lewd Vicky. They were all there.
It all became a little BOOZEY.