🏃♂️ A delicate run in the dark and drizzle to start Thursday. Rain meant the Lido trip was abandoned. See you next April, Icicle pals. And so instead I trotted around Larkhall Park for a couple of laps. It was pretty dull tbh. I couldn't see where I was going; a layer of damp leaves was my running surface. The only highlight was seeing two fellas knocking up on the Larkhall Table of Dream. Blimey. If I couldn't see where I was running, then respect for playing ping pong in the dark before 7am.#
☔ I made the short walk in the rain for a full on schools day in SW9. It started off with a Year 7 drumming workshop. Not a bad way to start the working day. I prayed to the Weather Gods asking for no wet play or lunch. I felt for the Forest School students as they prepared for a morning in the Great Outdoors.#
🌳 My attention drifted during morning break. I actually wrote down the Forest starting eleven from last season. I circled the players who have since moved on from The World Famous City Ground. I tried to replace them with members of the current squad who are better. I failed. Funny old game; funny old fella.#
✉️ An email dropped from that nice Information Commissioner. I've received another ruling in my favour regarding an FOI request with [public body that I've been involved with regarding legal shit over the past four years]. This is the second time that [public body...] has had their knuckles felt by the ICO. The FOI process and dealing with the [public body...] has at times been more stressful than the actual legal case with Mr Fuck Face. There.#
🗳️ Lunchtime was spent listening to the Prime Minister resign. Again. It was symbolic that a torrential downpour greeted her arrival at No.10, and then this was repeated some 40 odd days later as she departed. This is the second time that a PM has resigned whilst I have been at the SW9 school. I should try and attend more often.#
🍳 I had some great fun later in the afternoon with some Year 10 students in food tech. Halloween cup cakes were on the menu. Some of these are young people I have known since they were Reception children over in SE19. It's been a pleasure watching them grow up into responsible young adults.#
⚽ The afternoon ended with some of the more street cred Year 13 crowd. I was challenged by the football obsessed young men about Forest's season so far. Questions included: "Hands up if you've won more than one game this season" etc. I killed the conversation with "Hands up if you've won two European Cups." Oh. Just me then, fellas.#
🚆 Predictably I fell asleep again on the train journey back to Weird Wiv. I woke up in time to see the newly resurfaced Trail as the train pulled in. It's still not finished, but it looks like a solid resurfacing job.#
🐱 🐱I was a little worried on returning, having left Daisy and Dotty on their own overnight. I needn't have worried; they were both waiting for me indoors, albeit a little hungry.#
😠 Thursday came to a close with booking more train tickets (never a simple job anymore), entering the Wimbledon ballot and shouting at the telly about how utterly shit the Tories are.#
🏃♂️ A delicate run in the dark and drizzle to start Thursday. Rain meant the Lido trip was abandoned. See you next April, Icicle pals. And so instead I trotted around Larkhall Park for a couple of laps. It was pretty dull tbh. I couldn't see where I was going; a layer of damp leaves was my running surface. The only highlight was seeing two fellas knocking up on the Larkhall Table of Dream. Blimey. If I couldn't see where I was running, then respect for playing ping pong in the dark before 7am.#
☔ I made the short walk in the rain for a full on schools day in SW9. It started off with a Year 7 drumming workshop. Not a bad way to start the working day. I prayed to the Weather Gods asking for no wet play or lunch. I felt for the Forest School students as they prepared for a morning in the Great Outdoors.#
🌳 My attention drifted during morning break. I actually wrote down the Forest starting eleven from last season. I circled the players who have since moved on from The World Famous City Ground. I tried to replace them with members of the current squad who are better. I failed. Funny old game; funny old fella.#
✉️ An email dropped from that nice Information Commissioner. I've received another ruling in my favour regarding an FOI request with [public body that I've been involved with regarding legal shit over the past four years]. This is the second time that [public body...] has had their knuckles felt by the ICO. The FOI process and dealing with the [public body...] has at times been more stressful than the actual legal case with Mr Fuck Face. There.#
🗳️ Lunchtime was spent listening to the Prime Minister resign. Again. It was symbolic that a torrential downpour greeted her arrival at No.10, and then this was repeated some 40 odd days later as she departed. This is the second time that a PM has resigned whilst I have been at the SW9 school. I should try and attend more often.#
🍳 I had some great fun later in the afternoon with some Year 10 students in food tech. Halloween cup cakes were on the menu. Some of these are young people I have known since they were Reception children over in SE19. It's been a pleasure watching them grow up into responsible young adults.#
⚽ The afternoon ended with some of the more street cred Year 13 crowd. I was challenged by the football obsessed young men about Forest's season so far. Questions included: "Hands up if you've won more than one game this season" etc. I killed the conversation with "Hands up if you've won two European Cups." Oh. Just me then, fellas.#
🚆 Predictably I fell asleep again on the train journey back to Weird Wiv. I woke up in time to see the newly resurfaced Trail as the train pulled in. It's still not finished, but it looks like a solid resurfacing job.#
🐱 🐱I was a little worried on returning, having left Daisy and Dotty on their own overnight. I needn't have worried; they were both waiting for me indoors, albeit a little hungry.#
😠 Thursday came to a close with booking more train tickets (never a simple job anymore), entering the Wimbledon ballot and shouting at the telly about how utterly shit the Tories are.#
