A wet ride and a wet swim.
Full marks there for identifying the properties of water, if not being able to read a simple weather forecast.
I arrived at the pool dropping wet in lycra.
I stripped off, dived into a wet pool, towelled off and then put on wet lycra and got drenched yet again for the ride home.
The working day was another collision of a his 'n' hers from home.
I overheard Anna's corporate call and rolled my eyes.
I then looked at my screen at the task I was completing and thought... whoops.
If you can't beat 'em, etc.
Early evening saw something of a commotion in the garden. There was plenty of flapping and general chaos on the lawn.
Where's the mad cat?
The little KILLER had half-decapitated a baby thrush
The mother was going mental in a nearby tree.
We tried to save the poor bird by putting it out of reach of the mad cat and back with the mother.
I don't like to dwell on what the outcome was.
The mad cat is now GROUNDED.
Booze and yet more t20 cricket welcomed in the weekend.