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woke up this morning feeling rubbish: a sore throat to start the early days of february's mad mission.
packed hastily.
phase 1 of my new office refurb is underway: all 34 windows are being reglazed and surrounded in oak.
had some chicken soup (not our chickens) and left for gatwick airport.
body in meltdown: another gnarly cold underway.
frances apparently couldn't sleep on the plane because i was snoring so much.
didn't even notice take-off: i was already fast asleep.
drove round in circles in madrid for an hour.
spanish taxi drivers are awful.
they all seem to be scammers or they're just useless.
i'm here to photograph a reasonably well known footballer who earns so much money a week, it's hard to comprehend.
today's pop quizz: guess who...?
calling in a pizza and going to bed.