Another Dawn Chorus calling from Dotty at 5:45am. Except the poor bird was no longer joining in with the chorus.
Oh dear.
Dotty is a one.
My first email of the day was a reminder to renew a domain that I’ve not used in over five years now. Is it worth it? Yep, £7 to stop C**t C getting his grubby mitts on it.
Job’s a good ‘un, Comrades.
The morning admin was out of the way. I was free for an Estuary Wilds run.
I bloody love the midsummer route out towards the Creek, and then double backing along through Alresford. It clocks in very conveniently at exactly 10km.
The second yacht that was moored by the fly-tipped yacht has now moved on. The terrain around me became more overgrown as I headed towards the Creek.
In the AirPods was the new Weller album. I’m giving that a bloody good rinsing right now.
After early doubts, my opinion has now shifted to OUTSTANDING. It feels like you know the songs already, yet they are still fresh. The strings are lush throughout.
News dropped of Forest’s first pre-season: away at Chesterfield.
Oh.
Talk about underwhelming.
I did entertain the idea of attending. I should be in the Fair City that weekend. Chesterfield isn’t that far to cycle up to, right?
A route was plotted. I think I’ll watch the freebie live stream back in the Fair City.
Buzzed: Lambeth’s expensive fix: paying more to break free from botched housing repairs contract
“This translates as residents having a piss poor housing repairs service”
My only escape for a bicycle ride came at luncheon. It was a Mad Dogs bicycle ride in the midday heat.
I didn’t see a single other cyclist on the short 25km circuit. There was a lone runner, who looked even more over heated than me.
It was an average ride. I noticed a telegraph pole in Alresford where some ivy has grown up it and taken the pole over. The growth is in the style of a Christmas tree, with a heavy base, and then narrowing towards the top. I can’t work out if this is deliberate or not.
Another odd sight was a horse poking his head through a garden gate and smiling at me. A second glance as I sped by confirmed that this was a plastic horse. Essex can be most odd.
The shortened route took me along the lane that has heavy use from a nearby quarry. In winter it becomes a mud crossing. Come summer time and it’s a dust track. Cycling along this stretch wasn’t the most picturesque ride I’ve ever enjoyed.
Work shifts dictated that this was a pacy ride. I had to time trial for most of the route. I was became rather moist.
Ewww.
Late afternoon and a few errands took place around the town. I’m always amused at the random items that are left outside houses around these parts, free for the taking.
It’s always TAT, natch.
Except for today. There was a retro pair of Bauer hockey skates left out on a garden wall. These are the only items of significant value that I’ve seen after fourteen years being stuck in the bloody Estuary Wilds.
That nice Information Commissioner wrote to me early evening. Yep, it involves FoI, and yep it involves a local authority that is notoriously shit at replying to FoI’s. They’ve been given ten days by the Commissioner to get their arse in gear.
I caught the fag end of the play from New Road on the Worcestershire YT channel. Surrey were making hard work with their toil in the field.
Having disappeared all day, Dotty rocked up late in the day. I suspect she’s been asleep in the neighbour’s garden, seeking some shade.
Then there was the England match.
Whatever.
Don’t give a shit.
Club over country, every time.
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