Vile day, with imaginary birds

Into work feeling optimistic and cheerful. However the day turned vile, and extremely stressful. Keith and I found ourselves dumped on by passive aggressive idiots. We spent the afternoon at an editing suite fixing the short films which suddenly seem to have become our responsibility. After, I walked back to Blackfriars in a hateful black mood, and was very pleased to get home to Lorraine, who had gone to a Charleston lesson after work with Dawn, and was skipping about in the kitchen when I got home. Which did a great deal towards cheering me up.

Watched a wildlife programme which had a section about birds, and Calliope suddenly got very interested, and started looking behind the TV for them once they had disappeared from the screen.