Long drive up to Edinburgh; most of the time feeling guilty that dad is so poorly back home. Popped in to visit them in the morning, took mum shopping. Felt a bit weird. Then picked up my flyers from Rich, who got them done at such short notice (the flyers themselves were only designed on Wednesday by Jules, of course).
Went via a village in Preston to get sacked by Dodgy. Went to the wrong fucking village and then it was too late to get the footage. Bollocks.
Eventually got to Edinburgh at 10.30pm, checked in to accommodation. 10 hour drive...how does my car do this?
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