Another early start to see Anna off to South London, via Amsterdam.
Or is it the other way round?
I wasn't paying attention to be honest.
I was hoping that my f717 camera issue would resolve itself overnight.
It wouldn't fire up after a school day in SE21 yesterday.
No joy for Tuesday morning either.
That will teach me to throw my camera across the staffroom.
Thankfully I've already got a back up, having snaffled another f717 online over the summer months.
I fear that I am now in double figures for f717 ownership.
LOVE that camera.
A mid-morning call to my Dad.
I can't really go into the details, but it did feel like that '73 moment of father and son watching Starman for the first time on TOTP.
After the three hour Bowie-fest yesterday, @RobertElms simply played Life on Mars on Tuesday morning.
Online conversations with Anna about butts followed.
We are having issues with our over-flowing butt.
I picked up a run of unexpected work shifts to see me through all the way into the evening.
It was bloody cold out in the estuary wilds and I didn't fancy leaving the house after a week of running my arse around South London.
I caught up with some of the telly obits from last night.
Pull yourself together, Jase. Although there's no shame in that...
I foolishly played Hunky Dory, very loudly.
Nope. That's didn't exactly help.
I watched with increasing interest the Newcastle Vs Man Utd match later in the evening.
Football. Bloody hell, etc.