End of the first full week back since Christmas, and the holiday seems a year ago already. That’s what comes of going back to work at the end of a production schedule and having to work like mad to get the last few pages out to the printer.

I’ve lost track of the week, really, which is probably a good thing. Thursday felt like Tuesday and today felt like… I don’t know. All I do know is I’ve got the next two days off, and loads of plans. Principally these revolve around buying an extractor fan for my water-logged bathroom, and driving David to a Scottish shop in Ingatestone so he can buy a man skirt for Burns night.

Talking to him about the whole Scot thing has opened up a whole new world of terms and phrases (and prices). Quite extortionately sky high. He was on the verge of buying something that looked like a crotch-mounted beaver complete with eyes at one point (or perhaps that was a joke). I see he’s going to have to be closely watched tomorrow - we don’t want anything dead loose in the car.

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