Noisy Van

Van humming outside my window at 7am. Feeling like butt since my cold is still a problem. Curtains are drawn and have to sit up to see why van is humming. Nothing I can do but groan and bite the bullet - after all, I was expecting mail so the van could have my package. Couldn't see a van. Saw something better. Something white, something pure, something I thought Bournemouth had lost. Fresh snow.

Granted it was barely a few centimeters of the stuff but I was still impressed. Couldn't quite bring myself to go and make a snowman though, he probably would have turned out quite grey if I tried.

The mail did arrive later on though, a courier came along with all the film running gear I ordered in preparation for the shoot I'm doing with Wild seed next week. Since the work was paid I thought I could get some gear I've wanted for a while in advance. The last bit is arriving tomorrow so I'll do a full breakdown of why I'll be top-dog then.