The air around the bloody Estuary Wilds was fresher for the start of Tuesday morning. This meant that a 9km run wasn’t the pain in the arse that it threatened to be.
I still couldn’t be bothered to finish it off and top up another 1km.
High water was at 7am. I saw the sunrise WivGigs crew recovering Audacity down at the Sailing Club hard.
I pressed on towards the Creek. The hedgerow around here has had a serious trimming since I last plodded around these parts. You now have a an unobstructed view across the Creek. There’s still not a lot to see, tbh.
A family of hares darted out in front of me at Alresford for the return leg. I like to think they were taking in their morning exercise as well.
Album of the Day: The Who - Live at Leeds
A great live album, for sure. But it gets a little too heavy for me in places. Young Man Blues borders on Led Zep territory - never a good place to be.
The band is tight as fuck. When they turn their hand to being The Who, and not some bluesy wet dream of who The Who wanted to be, then it’s bloody great. I Can’t Explain, Substitute and I’m a Boy all have amazing energy.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Late Junction followed. John Martyn featured. Yer man makes perfect sense as a soundtrack to mid-summer mornings. Tranquility, with optimism for what the day ahead might bring.
The optimism didn’t last long.
I had to chase a delayed response to a Lambeth FoI. This is now the norm. I’m not the ‘vexatious’ abuser of FoI’s that Lambeth likes to label others with. But y’know, it is your legal responsibility to provide this information, fellas.
Another Glamorous Life CD from Sheila E appeared in the daily eBay email drop. I’m not desperately after this. I might stretch to £4 if pushed.
But something weird is happening here. It seems that a new CD appears every other day, all with a starting price of £1. The final selling price is more like £10.
I suspect someone has found a batch job lot of these stashed away from back in the day. There’s not a lot of the out there to dilute the market with.
Some fiddly Wordfence issues surfaced once again on one of my work sites. I received a second automated mail from WordPress saying that the plugin was causing a failure on the site.
The front and back end are both fine. I can’t see what the issue is.
I hesitated before disabling and removing. I did a little modern interweb digging. Wordfence can be a nasty little fucker if not configured correctly. There were stories about admins being locked out once they removed Wordfence.
Oh the irony.
I consulted my host. I proceeded with caution and was able to delete the old install. I then updated with the latest release. I’ve now got the pain of having to put in place all the settings that I want once again.
When it works it’s a robust plugin that offers genuine security benefits. Sometimes these can be a little too robust.
I drifted in and out of the Surrey YT stream from back at The Oval throughout the day. The night watchman for Lancs soon became the afternoon session watchman.
Oh dear.
Daisy was sitting with me for most of the working day. Dotty did her disappearing act.
A nice window man turned up at lunchtime. We need a complete new load of panels for the kitchen conservatory. These won’t come cheap.
I tried a couple of years ago to get some quotes. I gave up after each salesman told me they wanted to rip out the perfectly functional timber and replace it with UPVC.
No ta.
Mr Window today talked sense. I’m tempted to go with him if his quote is half decent.
A batch job of the complete Alabama 3 back catalogue appeared on eBay for £20.
Now you tell me.
I’ve been buying these up one by one. I’m only missing Step 18, the last album. This can sell for £15 on its own.
The Dulwich Paragon cycling gilet carry on continues. Having bought this, then being blown out by a lying fucker of a seller, two more appeared for the same price by a different seller last week.
It’s possible that the new seller is the same lying eBay fucker under a different name. But with eBay protection, I dived in again and snaffled up a gilet for £6.99. There’s been no contact as yet from the seller.
We had a great informal work meet with some of the NA team late afternoon. They bring a very different culture and energy to the agency. I’m rather fond of them.
We were described as “curious button pressers” where “being nerdy is cool.”
I had an interesting late afternoon selection being fired up on Alexa. I can only describe it as my late 80’s summer.
Maxi’s Wild World, Mint Julep’s Every Kinda People and, erm The Damned’s Alone Again Or. These all remind me of this time of year back in the Fair City.
I got lucky at the Coop with some 22p scones down from £1. I got even luckier with my energy provider very generously knocking £1 off my bill after the lucky spin wheel landed in my favour following a metre read.
The final eBay news of the day was a gorgeous COBB saddle appearing. It’s got my name on it, etc. I would love this for my roadie. My first offer was refused. These retail for around £110 new.
To the Table of Dreams! …early evening. It was a little distracting with the local Cub screaming their fucking heads off all around us.
I blame the noise on the 4-2 defeat.
We finished off the King Richard film about the Williams sisters. It was an easy follow and quite touching in places.
