5th March A pop of colour
3rd shift of lates, uninspiring am knackered. Nipped to Lidl with a list and cook the most uninspiring meal. C not happy at the dishes in the sink, in my defence nothing to do with me, S and R dishes.
Coffee grabbed on the way to work and jobs a good ‘un. Wander down a Gregory Webster rabbit hole today!
- Various Artists – Dream Babes Vol. 1: Am I Dreaming?
- Various Artists – Dream Babes Vol. 2: Reflections
- Various Artists – Dream Babes Vol. 4: Go Girl
- Space – Invasion Of The Spiders
- The Carousel – I Forgot To Remember To Forget
- Silver Biplanes – Travelling by Candlelight
- Silver Biplanes – A Moment In The Sun
- Silver Biplanes – Song’s That Don’t Exist
- Silver Biplanes – Silver Bells
- Gregory Webster – Promised Land
- The Dirtbombs – If You Don’t Already Have A Look
Day two of lates and a sneaky HBB. Value is shite. Absoulutely knackered.
1st of the lates and I’m struggling. Thank gawd for Kawa’s. Still struggle with a late start, too early to do much, too late to not do something.
Sunday and I’m in… at least there is Pizza. Phone the boy and Mum as usual, watch the Throw Down and Call the Midwife. More importantly home to meal cooked by C including dumplings. Love ’em!
Curry night, a Punjabi Tomato Curry with Chicken, rice and Naan. Slow cook and caramalise some onions. Also bake some fruit scones. Wee shop with C earlier and swift pint. Pump up the bike tyres in anticipation of tomorrow’s cycle to work.
Friday and I’m given a list. But first its time to sort the panniers on the bike in daylight. Discover I’d put them on back to front. Relatively easy to sort. Pop in the bike locks and job’s a good’un.
Really rather proud of this one, reached the Top 10 of The Big Photo Hunt!
Generally feeling like shit today. Don’t know what the fuck is up with me but bottom line is that I’m shattered. Struggle to focus and things aren’t great.
Last day off for a wee while and it’s a busy one. Laundrette day, change pedals day, bake 
Sunday lazy start to the day. Wash up and make breakfast. Nip to the shop and grab a swift pint. Weather is foul. Catch up with the boy in the afternoon, he’s sounding less tin helmety.
