A slightly hairy cycle to the pool for Tuesday morning.
Not for me, but for a pesky squirrel.
The little fella darted out in front of me, sped across the road and underneath the body of a moving van, and then back underneath the rear of the moving van missing the rear wheels by tenths of a second.
I was most impressed.
I almost crashed myself just watching it all.
Becoming a big softie is part of growing up. I have noticed that the injustice towards the animal world is something that troubles me of late.
I have become a f-ing hippy.
NEVER trust a hippy.
The Tour de Norfolk scenes of last summer still play upon my mind.
I passed a couple of pheasants that had been hit by traffic. They were neither here nor there, taking in the last gasps of their life in the empty Norfolk lanes.
We'll have a Singing Assembly at school on Friday morning.
Betcha What a Wonderful World is up first.
And so a swim, a haircut and then work shifts.
That was Tuesday.
The haircut was much needed. Something is going wrong with my hair - even more so than usual.
How hard can it be for a No. 2 all over to mess up?
But it has been wonky since the last cut. I'm considering a No. 1 all over.
Either that or a FIG.
Glenn Miller was the surprise company for the work shifts.
Maybe I'm not becoming a hippy.
I put it down to the desk from the Raj / Colchester. It draws a man towards a more laid back pace of life.
It also draws a man towards sloe gin.
I needed the BOOZE to see me through the evening; I needed the BOOZE to see me through the twenty docs that make up the Lambeth Council Cultural Consultation.
It's taken me over a month to plough through them. The bloody consultation will be over soon.
But yep - I finally finished them on Tuesday evening. I've got some half-arsed blog posts in the making.
I celebrated by watching the second half of the Man City Vs Barcelona match.