Monday was all about waiting for a new fridge to be delivered to Sunny Stockwell.
'Anytime between 7am - 7pm.'
That's quite some window of opportunity.
Thankfully it was an 8:30am delivery.
And so having spent six months or so getting rid of all of the South London furniture and fittings ahead of the Essex Great Escape, Anna and I are now... buying back all of the South London furniture and fittings with a return to Transpontonia.
Life is funny.
Ha, bloody ha.
The fridge is absolutely ACE.
A monster of a retro US 50's style model.
I intend to fill it with fine cheese and cheap booze.
I had work shifts all morning, and then escaped for a brief S Ldn parks run at luncheon. Nothing too strenuous - Kennington and the lovely Larkhall.
A little more work in the flat, and then I had another break in the day for a photo walk.
I walked up towards Clap'ham via Larkhall, and then back down along the Clap'ham Road.
Clap'ham Nu Town 'aint for me.
I finally finished catching up with Gilles Peterson history of Bristol music during the afternoon shifts. It's a fantastic piece of social history broadcasting, covering sound systems to dub step.
And then very, very late in the evening I had to head back over there.