Spats along the Walworth Road to start off Thursday morning.
Not spats as is mild disagreements, but spats as in the high end Dandy shoes that I have always wanted to wear, but never had the bottle to carry off.
Especially not down the Walworth Road early on a Thursday morning.
But my, my Sir: you looked bloody ACE.
My high spirits were soon taken down a level with the expected news that it wasn't good on the family front back in the Fair City.
My dear, dear Nan
I pushed on with the school work.
This meant using a PC for the first time in over five years as I tried to transfer some images over.
When did PC's become so crap?
In the end I had to get a helpful Year 4 young chap to show me how to use the bloody thing.
I went oblivious about my work for most of the morning, not realising that my brief visit to the Nursery led to a large splash of yellow paint on best-est jeans.
I missed Bell End in the cricket as well.
I walked back from SE17 through to SW8 at chucking out time.
There was some huge film shoot taking place on one of the estates. I chuckled as to how many people it takes to just film a short piece for the telly.
Work shifts followed in the flat.
I caught up with the @BBC5Live piece on Forest from the night before.
I can't wait to see the Miracles film now.
Happy, happy days.
A bit of Brixton Buzz action, and editing some school content brought Thursday to a close.