Did the Sunday sweep from London back to Bristol, but we stopped in briefly on my parents. Rebecca and I always joke to brace ourselves for the chill of the house and today was on another level. I was passed a blanket more or less on arrival so we could drink coffee in some degree of warmth. Having grown up with it I don't mind it so much (older generations would call it character building), but it still makes me chuckle to remember waking up in my old bedroom before school being able to see my breath. Maybe that's why I like to sleep in colder spaces to this day...
Another week fo filming lies before us, hopefully we won't get snowed off again. I'll be living in a hotel for most of the week, it's a pretty Dickensian room with single glazing and a large writers desk inside but it's plenty charming and near to location. I'm just hoping I don't turn into a popsicle again.
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