The appearance of the DM’s for the first time this season on Thursday morning.
My size 8’s ROCKED the 6:56am heading back to S Ldn.
It’s a depressing train tbh.
Anna and I have become experts on which commuting trains are to be avoided.
The 6:56 is full of miserable buggers; fast forward to the superior 7:06 and it’s a JOY RIDE in comparison.
There’s the added bonus that the 7:06 doesn’t stop at Chelmsford – always a bonus.
But it comes in at around £4 more expensive.
I ignored the miserable buggers sitting around me and got my head down to bash out a Chronic update from Full Council the night before.
The fella sitting opposite yawned right in my face from Shenfiled to LS.
Steady the buffers.
The Chronic update wasn’t that dull. fella.
A rainy S Ldn skyline meant that this wasn’t a day for the Brompton. I rode the Route of Kings instead on the 35 down to the Walworth Road.
I cut through the Aylesbury en route to a SE17 school day.
Where the chuff is the Aylesbury?
It’s been a couple of months since I took this route. Regeneration waits for no one, Comrades.
It was a decent school. I had the luxury of a little more time than usual. I spent slightly longer in each year group.
Ten updates in total – happy with that.
An email dropped saying that I had been paid for a couple of photos that I have sold.
It’s not going to pay the mortgage for next month, but it’s a start.
I took a walk home from SE17 back to not so Sunny Stockwell.
It was a little grim tbh.
The Diwali / Christmas / whatever decorations were up along South Lambeth Road.
No change in the eighteen years that we have been here.
It was good to be back in the flat; it was good to be back in a personal space away from the workmen CHAOS back in the bloody Estuary Wilds.
A brief LIDL run, and then an evening of school publishing and online admin.
Plus listening to *shhh* BBC Essex.
The rowing club featured in a recording made from the good boat Audacity.
Listen carefully and you can hear my rowing stroke.