I put my cat's dinner out and walked against the grain of commuters as I headed into work at the ripe old time of 6pm. I did get to spend a bit of time with Rebecca before shooting out though, she's got a nasty cold at the moment so I was helping her through that one cup of Lemsips at a time. I managed to sleep for 12 solid hours last night, I don't think I'll be able to repeat the trick again today but I'll try my best to ignore the dawn's chorus...
I also learnt that there's no sound more depressing on a night shooting than a roosters call at dawn while knowing there's still an hour of the day to go.
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