But if a jolly odd day. Spent the morning shacked up in my hotel room, emerging briefly for a complimentary breakfast before hopping on the train back to Bristol, watching Bake Off in every free minute I got. From there I hocked myself and my luggage to work, where we immediately broke for lunch before cracking on with our day proper. So, half a day travel, half a day shooting, then back to my home for what feels like the first time in weeks. I felt a wave of happiness wash over me as I stepped through the front door. This is my portion of the world where I can be me.
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