Keith's

8 minutes before tredging off to the ferry.  The first 10/05 in many a moon in which I do not partake in the ancient brew.  Improper thing.  But a week off to a decent start, and potentially some new hours on the horizon via Mr. Stin-ger and the bridge.  We shall see what comes of it, but if we can find enough unique ledges to monkey-bar our way through 2021 on a decent wage and terms as riotously flexible as the pandemic, then bring it.

Onward we must.  A lazy weekend, but still no booze.  If not even AK can provoke it, then holding strong on the mission through to the end of the month should be possible.  Roll on to the Frozen Farsi, as you await the credit cards in the mail.  On the day Arsenal signed Thomas Partey.  Hooray for a' that.  The bright future awaits.

But don't dally.  As Hera Lindsay Bird writes: "Life is real / And the days burn off like leopard print..."