I am properly back home now after three weeks of house-sitting. I miss the llamas, but I missed my flat more. Is nice to be back.
My favourite pen in the world is my little silver space pen, and it is lost. This has happened at least three times before, but two of these times I got it back in unlikely circumstances, and I have therefore bonded with it. But it’s always in in my trouser pocket, except on Sunday, after coming back from the shops, it wasn’t any more. Whether it was there before I left the house is unknown, but I don’t know where it could be, and I am sad.
I have a big photography job in London tomorrow. My nerves are approaching fever pitch, but if I can get some good results I’ll be an extremely happy person. I’ll post more details when it’s done.