Up at 5am. I mean, who actually gets up at 5am by choice? I had to today, to pick up A from Gatwick airport, which, as it turns out, isn't Stanstead. I was late, but her flight was delayed and in the end the timing was near perfect. Got stressed by London rush-hour traffic on the way back and she had to buy me a McDonalds for breakfast. She's effectively marrying a child.
Lovely to have A back in my arms, the cats are totally blanking her, which is what they do when they're trying to make a point that they're upset by her being away, apparently (they totally embraced me when I walked in yesterday morning, make of that what you will).
Chilled out for a bit and then I was off to Bury St Edmunds to set up my bigger kit for tomorrow's recording session with Greg.
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