Flipper Boy was back at the pool this morning.
I was still groggy on the Night Nurse that I necked late on Sunday evening.
Yer man with the webbed feet kicked me across the lanes to give me something of a wake up call.
Anyone who needs a pair of flippers to swim in a 20m pool has some serious swimming issues.
Back at base and it was another His 'n' Hers working from home day. I don't know how we manage to get through these.
Anna declared ahead of luncheon:
"I might not wash my salad."
Live dangerously girl. Live dangerously.
She then spoilt any pretensions of a life of corporate rebellion by saying to a colleague during a work call:
"OK, let's park this project over here."
The mad cat was a darling all day. Rolling around, hogging the radiators and generally not caring about the pressures of modern living.
No parking the project for her.
I managed to get the windows cleaned in the house during the fading estuary wilds sunlight.
And then it bloody rained.
Online catching up and the Man U Vs Preston match saw off Monday.
No Night Nurse.