Whatever that means
A slow, slightly late and quite groggy start to the day. Breakfast and we waited until Ellen and Mandy got back from the gym so that Ellen could meet her Uncle Alan. She’d wanted to pop in at 7.30am to say hello but Mandy persuaded her that that wouldn’t be a good idea. He’s only had three and a half hours sleep by that point.
Quick hello to the shy girl and then we headed off to Glasgow to catch up with the other two brothers (that’s them looking like the chubby stars of a new crime drama). There was potential for a disruption to the very fabric of space. Who knows when the four of us were last in the same place at the same time. And on the same day that Special Relativity is being questioned. That can’t be a coincidence.
Then to check on the old man and make sure he’s taking care of himself. All seems well. Another camera has turned up. A Polaroid 600. No film in it but the flash works and it make working noises so even though most examples I’ve seen have been disappointing at best, I’m compelled to join the queue of people throwing money away on Impossible Project film. Still, not buying from them – £8 postage for a £16 pack of film!? What are they doing: sending it by limo?