Work work work. Bah. In early then yet another unmitigated slog. Both me and the Gnome feeling pretty worn out. Too busy to swim, or break off, which was galling. Constant stream of people coming into the pitch room and asking when they can expect us to finish things, either to do with the pitch or other stuff, and having to resist the temptation to swear violently at them.

Left work at a reasonable hour and off to meet First Matie and Matty Boy in the Thatched House. Later was joined by nice Taranjit. Much catching up and sustained feeding. Slept on the train home.

Below a shot of the noble Gnome (life size) in the pitch room we are working in.