Manacles

Up early and took a phone brief at nine thirty, and simply slipped on the desk manacles and worked at it all day, or more accurately worked on it and struggled to focus on it. Popped out a couple of times to walk through around Blakey's Park and so on for short interludes of looking down at the sea, and walking among falling leaves. I cooked a roast chicken tonight and served it up for Lorraine and Beth when they got home. Otherwise little to report. I spoke to mum briefly. Lorraine and I watched His Dark Materials. Went to bed and read a story by Ray Bradbury. Tired.