Spend 2.5 hours talking to a couple of blokes from a documentary team about work events from 18 years ago - I was surprised by how good my memory was. Exhausted afterwards. Quite cathartic experience, feel better and lighter for it.
Came home, let the dogs out into the garden, and I just 'knew' something was wrong. Seagull with a broken wing in the garden, gets picked up by Alfie Greyhound and has to be wrestled free - making A LOT of noise. It's in a box in my spare room with a light cloth over it - the RSPCA place up the road won't accept until 8.30am tomorrow. Luckily - I know someone who's happy to take it over there for me in the morning first thing.
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