Coffee and sunshine; longer days, Mother's Day. She loves me unconditionally.
You sleep 8 hours, lose an hour so you're rushing about.

Certain culls have been made at work; the right calls were generally made. Have to be ruthless; this is business, I feel good with the decisions. I'll do the job my way.

As our company dies slowly I left an hour and five minutes early. Took the train to Battersea Park. Couldn't join Mike and the gang earlier in up and coming Nine Elms with the Northern Line. Went to a magic place full of musicians; sat on a box. Even better was the Grove; looks like a diner. love the South London characters. Battersea was part of Surrey till 1965. Battersea Park Road has changed so much since the 70's; it was like Ashes to Ashes- I thought what is a Tesco Metro and a Just Eat doing on the Rollo Estate? I remember the library I used to go to, the drought of 76, the Queen's Silver Jubilee street party 77.
Saw Clara for a couple of hours afterwards.