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My Sunday mornings are no longer spent in bed. The alarm goes off at eight. I’m in the shower fifteen (or so) minutes later. I’m out the door before nine.

I was going to head straight into London, but was transfixed by the fog when I got to the end of the road, so diverted to the canal. It was very peaceful (bar the sound of the A12 zizzing past) and more than a little spooky. Silent still barges slid out of and into the mist as I walked slowly along the banks.

Most stunning, though, was the cob webs, of which there were thousands. You never see them during the day, but in the morning, when the air is heavy and wet, they catch the dew like small strings of pearls and stand out against the cloudy white air.

Eighty-eight shots later (if I used film I’d be broke by now) I packed the camera into my bag and caught the train into London, then forgetting that Chancery Lane tube is closed on a Sunday took the Central Line far too far and ended up walking back to ITN.

The show absolutely flew by today. I was still running from the office into the studio as the opening theme played, but I think that’s what made it feel so good. It kept me on my toes, puching out the questions one after another and hitting every break and junction to the second.

It felt good, and as I came out of the studio an hour later I had a big wide smile.

Leisurely mooched home, then round to Trevor and Jon’s for tea and cake and the final birthday celebration. I always seem to do birthdays at least three times, if not four, the last time being with them. Trevor’s birthday is twelve days before mine, but as he’s usually on holiday on the day itself we invariably end up celebrating them together.

A relaxing way to finish the weekend. I needed to flop and think of nothing. We talked TV and music, and looked at their pictures from San Francisco and Seattle. The Seattle ones in particular, brought back a lot of happy memories.

…including the midnight pond incident outside the Westlake Centre.

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