A mad dash for the train, not helped by the mad cat.
She's going to be on her own for 12 hours or so. I thought that I would be generous and set the heating to come on late afternoon.
Messing around with the bloody timer made me late.
There's a lesson there.
I was suited, but not quite booted for a SW9 school day.
My haste to leave the house meant that I didn't have time to tie up the laces on my DM's.
...as a yoof on the train commented.
He'll be carrying off the same look tomorrow morning.
It was a crisp, rural ride in.
I wouldn't tell Anna, but it did look rather beautiful.
And then the bicycle ride to Transpontonia, and talk of a trip up on the school roof for some snaps.
Don't mind if I do.
Boy Y asked the usual Q:
"How does the internet work?"
I'm ashamed to say that I have yet to give him a half decent answer.
"I didn't get much work done..."
I told Boy Y after a chatty lunchtime spent together.
"At leat you has fun"
The school day came to a close with the way that I like it: up on the rood and gazing out across Sunny Stockwell.
I was taking some photos of the new school building that continues to grow by the week.
I cycled down to Brixton on the way home to have a look in on the Bowie mural.
Rather than being a sombre affair, it was actually quite life-affirming. I bumped into an old school work colleague. We had a decent catch up.
And then back to Sunny Stockwell, a LIDL run, and an evening of editing and publishing school content.
Same again tomorrow.
Kinda hoping for rain to be honest.
I really don't fancy the lovely lido.