kings crossed skyline
everywhere you seem to look in kings cross, there is a crane.
the people on the canal bank by the perfectly striped, perfectly square patch of grass look like figurines on an architects model of how people will interact with their designs once they've been built.
are they imposters, employed by the architect firm to prove their vision has been realised?
surely real people don't sit about like this?
maybe they're concrete people like the concrete cows of milton kenya?
i go to bed at 2.30am this morning after a long haul 10hr retouch on the madness picture (yes: one picture)
on the way past the kitchen i take my dinner: an unidentifiable, cremated pie from the aga's warming oven.
it's definitely warm now.
i should probably have stopped to eat 6hrs ago.
up again at 8.30am kinda delirious.
i am enthusiastically greeted by stratford who i pet with reciprocal enthusiasm until i realise he is covered in fox feces.
spend some more hours retouching the rest of the madness pictures.
have a meeting at the farm with my personal trainer banker.
new game
and continue with my online PADI theory.
the weekend starts NOW
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