Late to bed and early to rise.
Which never makes for the best of swims.
But I had to get my head down as I had a work video call at 9.
It was a pitiful 20 lengths.
Ta for coming, etc.
West Ham Wanker tried to get me interested in a conversation about which 70's rock star would die next.
I wasn't playing. I had pubic hair to wash.
The video work training then followed. I think that we crossed three continents between the four of us.
As ever, not much that I can talk about here. But my work does appear to have collided head on with Anna's.
Which led to an early evening trip out to the JOYS of Sunny Colch and a CBC Cabinet meeting.
I became lost halfway through the agenda.
I made it home in time to catch the Everton match.
Anna FaceTime-ed at FT.
I let her down gently with the result.
She hung up on me.