We’ve been having our kitchen re-fitted for the last two weeks, which has meant takeaway pretty much every night. It has lead me to the conclusion that takeaway should only be an occasional thing. It is not nice food to eat regularly, let me tell you.

Remember that scene in Hot Shots! Part Deux at the start where Charlie Sheen is going to bare-knuckle fight that guy in some warehouse or wherever? And before they start fighting they dip their hands in sweets? That’s what my lunch today reminded me of.

It’s important to bear in mind that sometimes I just like wandering round taking photos of whatever. With the 50mm 1.8 on the D700 is a lovely, light (it is, shut up) camera. These hopefully won’t be the best photos I take all week, but they’ll be amongst the most fun I had holding a camera, for sure.

Also, fuck you I know my lawn is a mess. I hate gardening.

It’s been quite a presenty month for me. Charlotte never talks about cool things she wants to buy, so whenever she does, I get them if I can.

Must admit, I didn’t like this lamp, but it’s much better in person.

By “we”, I mean the Southampton Buffalo office. It’s too hot in the east wing of Tandy Towers, so we’ve relocated to the west for some shade. French windows open, dog asleep somewhere, birds chirping. How’s your office?

The correct antidote to walking around in the sun all morning is, of course, an afternoon watching (surprisingly) crappy movies and eating delicious, home-popped popcorn. Apparently popcorn is healthy. Healthier than Toblerone, I suppose.