A cricket breakfast, carried out with some school work to catch up on from the fag end of last week.
Anna was tapping away at her corporate work bollocks.
I think I got the better deal.
We both disappeared together mid-morning for a swim.
I had vowed never to do this again.
Anna was wearing her nu tech watch thingy. It miraculously improves her swimming performance.
I plodded up and down the lanes.
We both arsed around a bit in the spa and sauna afterwards.
Anna worked out that she is a half decent swimmer because she has webbed feet.
I'm not joking.
We half-heartedly cycled towards town, hopeful of some random purchases from the architectural salvage yard [JUNK SHOP].
It was closed, of course.
Anna then went off in search of the Colchester otter.
I made an inappropriate joke about beaver patrol. It didn't go down very well.
I caught the second half of the Everton match, and then some anarchic gardening, before falling asleep watching the Arsenal game.
I spent a few hours doing some more photo editing of my archive snaps.
And then we finally caught up with The Rack Pack.
Snooker. Bloody hell, etc.