I woke up in Sunny Stockwell on Sunday morning with a hangover and with Anna.
That's not happened for a long time.
Anna loved me and left, heading back to the estuary wilds.
I limped around the flat, trying to get my act together for a lovely lido hangover healer.
But soon it started to rain.
How about a run instead?
I invented a weird variation of my usual Transpontine trot, taking in Kennington Park, Clap'ham Common and the lovely Larkhall Park.
I thought that it might be around 16k.
Back at base and I discovered that it was only 12k.
At least I managed to leave the hangover somewhere around the mean streets of SW4.
A quick shower, some flat chores, and then I set out on a photo walk.
Time was tight, and I didn't really know where I wanted to go.
The overcast conditions weren't exactly ideal.
I ended up wandering towards the Battersea side of SW8, taking in a few estates, and then being thrown out along Wandsworth Road.
Once again: WOH.
I have been watching the developments around Nine Elms from the safety of the flat bedroom window.
I knew that the temporary Sainsbury's was long gone. I wasn't expecting the site to have already been cleared ahead of the new Nine Elms station.
Anna and I have a lengthy Vauxhall and Nine Elms photo walk lined up for next weekend. I didn't want to ruin the 'surprise' by taking too much of it in.
I then cycled off to Brixton to catch the Topcats having home court action at the Ruffhouse.
It was a scrappy, but entertaining game. The Topcats point guard was ejected in the fourth. I haven't seen that in a ball game for a while.
And then a dash across town, and a train back to over there.
Oh dear, etc.