A rainy run to start the working week.

It wasn't suppose to be like this.

My body screamed SWIM, but my bicycle said bugger that when it saw the rain.

I ran up towards the University and past the roadworks for the new cycle path.

A March finish date looks optimistic.

My music of choice was all screwed up.

Bowie, natch, and a long overdue revisit to the Let's Dance album.

Except the dodgy version that I downloaded threw up some techno bollocks for the title track.

Nobody wants that

And then work. With Anna.

We appear to have gone our separate ways on the relationship defining industry crossover work.

And thank the chuffers for that.

I was banished to the office, whilst she blagged the desk from the Raj / Colchester.

Mr Sainsbury visited us mid-afternoon.

Which was nice.

I f-ed up with the online order.

SIXTY cans of cheapo lager?

Shurley some drunken mistake.

But yeah - chin chin.

More work, and then the weather changed. It was a half-decent end to the estuary wilds day.

I had some work training late afternoon. It was a real back to basics with the tool that we are going to be working on for a new client.

Keeping with this theme was a work email, informing me that as a company 'veteran', my legacy first name only email address is not long for the interweb world.

Monday evening was spent with a half-arsed interest in watching the Man Utd Cup match, before switching over to Nigel Watch with Burton Vs Southend.