Clingy cats overnight and early Tuesday morning.
It’s the same each time that I am away. They spend the next day or so catching up and following me around – bloody everywhere.
The paw prods at 5am as the alternative alarm clock were, um, cute.
It was a nice way to start the day until I remembered that Dotty’s paws had ripped the head off a bird five hours earlier.
The Postman Delivers:
Be prepared, etc.
I am a very nervous cyclist right now.
The Postman Also Delivers:
Truth be told and I’m approaching my 150th Park Run. I ordered the T-shirt at the start of the summer but it has only just arrived.
I cycled off along a chilled Trail for a swim.
My MTB was pumped up with air. It was a fast and hard ride.
Mr Cormorant was waiting for me at the other end of the Trail down by the Hythe. He was sitting high up on his pole.
We had something of a five film Jurassic Park / World marathon over the summer months. I can’t greet Mr Cormorant in the same relaxed manner since.
The swim was brisk with work waiting back at base. I had a lane to myself and pressed on for thirty power lengths.
Surrey ball-by-ball was the soundtrack for the working day.
Lots to do.
Surrey trail by 410 as Burns and Stoneman walk to the middle.
— Surrey Cricket (@surreycricket) September 25, 2018
It’s a strange way to end the season as Champions, but spanked by the Essex slappers on your home S Ldn turf.
I booked a ticket for a final Globe performance of the season.
Eyam looks interesting.
I have memories of a primary school trip that left me scratching around for a week or so afterwards.
A brief veg run to pick up the bag, and then full on work all evening.
We had an all-company webinar and then prep ahead of a social sim crisis coming up in the morning.
Daisy ended the day bringing in a succession of moths.
Moths over mice, any day.