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Dinner with the ladies tonight. We had Pimms standing outside the White Horse to start, which in my book marked the first day of proper spring. Pimms done, we walked south through Soho and Leicester Square, over the river and down onto a packed South Bank for dinner.

We got on to talking about silly neuroses - little routines we all have like checking the front door four times before leaving the house, or making sure the gas is turned off when you already know it is.

‘I have one,’ I said, before pulling a disposable Kodak camera from my bag. ‘I found this last night, when I went out for a walk after dinner. It was lying on the ground, and so I picked it up before it was ruined by the dew.’

I told them how I thought it would be fun to get it developed, but then, as I went on with my walk, my mind filled with dark thoughts: perhaps the 15 pictures on the roll were clues to some dreadful crime. Maybe they showed someone who was murdered just hours later, and by taking them in I’d be fingered for the crime.

I asked them what they thought I should do. Ems was all for taking it to the police, clearly thinking along similar lines to me. Kathryn said to get it developed. ‘It won’t be anything bad,’ she said. ‘Nobody would do that with a film camera.’

And she’s right. If you were going to take pictures of a crime, you’d surely use digital.

We kind of agreed, as we left the restaurant, that we should all take it in together to get developed, but I’m wondering again. I’m intrigued to find out what it contains, but at the same time, if it’s anything bad, I don’t want to find myself having to explain that the pictures aren’t my own.

Something to sleep on.

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