It was the morning after the night before on the Trail.

Fallen branches had to be swerved on my bicycle ride in.

A 30 lethargy morning dash followed in the pool, and then I had to peg it back to base for another work webinar.

Ch-ch-ch-changes, etc.

But change is good.

I think.

I positioned myself all day downstairs at the desk from the Raj / Colchester. I had the mad cat for company.

I don't think that she appreciated all of the Late Junction mid-morning noodlings. She nodded off when it all became a little space jazz.

Work, work, work.

Plus @RobertElms playing Luka. Always something of a moment.

Luncheon was spent escaping for some EXTREME window cleaning.

Oh dear.

It needed doing, but climbing up my ERRECT ladder during a minor estuary wilds gale wasn't the wisest thing to do.

What kind of twat cleans his windows ahead of a rainstorm, then rakes the garden ahead of a gale?

HELLOOO ladies.

A bit more work to carry me through until early evening, and then I finished off Wednesday by writing the Londonist piece on Lambeth housing.

Dirty job, etc.

Oh yeah - I keep on playing the first albums by Athlete / Thrills / Doves.

Like middle-age never happened.

I went to bed with a smile on my face, having found out the folly that is straight talking, honest politics.

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By Jason A.Cobb, Wednesday, November 18, 2015 at 5:32 PM. Still diggin!