As pledged, Friday started with:
Alexa – play London 0, Hull 4 by The Housemartins.
“I’m sorry, I can’t find London 0… in your music library.”
Oh dear, Alexa.
Look a little harder. It’s defo there.
Alexa: play London ZERO, Hull 4…
Something got a little lost in the cultural context.
It still sounded half decent.
But 32 years ago?
I pressed on with the 8am shift.
It was a blustery morning out along the Trail for the morning swim. I had a head wind on the ride in, and then whaddyaknow: it reversed on me and blew back in my face for the return leg.
The swim was pretty decent, if a little perfume ponced.
What is it with folk who enter the pool reeking of false body odour?
I had a little more work over luncheon.
I daren’t upset Alexa by with a mispronunciation of The Auteurs; I asked for the album New Wave instead.
A brief Buzz piece was written for the morning. I had hoped to clear my news list. But a load of school policies started to drop.
It was a right arse for one site in particular. WordPress was playing silly buggers with the media library.
The only solution was for a backdoor approach using the cPanel.
News broke late in the afternoon about a certain Ofsted report.
WELL DONE all.
The afternoon shifts got a little fiddly. I got myself in the concentration zone with some drum ‘n’ bass.
The work rotas for the next two weeks landed. It’s always a stressful period as you try and plot your future movements.
My phone pinged with a notification that I have sold another lido photo via stock.imo.
It’s nothing to retire upon.
I had a break early evening. I finished off reading the Forest Miracles book.
I have bloody LOVED this.
We all know the plot. Reading it with a fresh and close to the source narrative has been a page turner.
I had half an eye on the Croatia Vs England match, and then a late evening of work with the telly client.