Antique shooting.

I remember, as a young, slightly porky whippersnapper, that Hallowe'en was a time to gorge on sweets and thrust your gnashing jaws into a washing-up bowl full of water, apples and other people's grog (I always demanded to go first). Nowadays, us blasted students tend to discard the sweets and gorge ourselves on booze instead. So, you actually do quite often end up with your head in a bowl at the end of the night, although it's usually full of worse things than just apples and spit. I don't want to think

Anyway, this morning Sarah (pictured) and I had to put our not so happy Hallowe'en hangovers to one side for an hour or so to get some photos for the website of a local antique/collectables shop as a favour for a friend. I tried to pick a shot that won't be used for the website, so here's one that I actually took in order to check the light outside.

I now have a whole novel to tackle today, thanks to my expert procrastination skills in recent days. November will henceforth be known as Novelember.