A 7am work shift, assisted by a 6am alarm call from the mad cat.
I forgot to turn her electric blanket on overnight.
I should do this more often. It saves money and it wakes me up at an early hour.
The morning work was smooth.
And so was the luncheon swim.
I missed the water yesterday.
I touched down on Thursday after the first length and felt alive once again.
There. That should do.
Ha, bloody ha.
A lame 29 other lengths followed.
West Ham Wanker conversation consisted of him telling me how to style my hair so that I looked like Ace Face in Quadrophenia.
He offered up some gel.
I politely declined and pointed towards my bald spot.
I cycled back to base, caked in crap from the Trail, and straight into more work.
It's getting pretty busy work wise. I've agreed to a run of weekend work shifts.
Pay to play, etc.
Like a fool I then headed off to Colchester Town Hall for the second consecutive night.
If it's a Thursday evening then it must mean that it's a Planning Committee meeting.
A WHOPPER as well with the Tollgate Village application being 'considered.'
'Some' have suggested that it was a done deal beforehand.
Which makes me question why I gave up four hours to listen to the waffle.