The dark horse scores

Three hours sleep a poor preparation for another day's pitch work. Busy finalising lines and concepts, and writing an elaborate rationale. Spoke this morning to the printers as I walked through the graveyard, who are now more focused about meeting their deadline. Spoke to Richard, and Betsy briefly at lunch. Also Mas and Matt.

Able to leave early, so that I was home by eight. Calliope seeming hunted again, and signs of feline intrusion. Ate fish and chips, and wandered down the twitten to pay Martin the money he lent me on the train, watered my window boxes, and watched dark horse team North Korea take on Brazil, and only lose 2-1. And so, gratefully, to bed.

Below Yun-Nam Ji about to slot one in for North Korea.