After the feast

I meant to blip the pancakes, but they were gone before you could say the words, 'Don't forget the diet'. This was all that was left.

Odd sort of day. It started with one of my sons calling me to tell me his car had struck a deer on the way to work.

There then followed the now daily ritual of attempting to sort out the mess caused by my former employers' handling of my redundancy. There is light at the end of the tunnel - it's just that the tunnel seems to be about 17 miles long.

I used my newfound decluttering talents on the flat we rent in Bristol.

And after having to abandon a photographic mission, that was about it. Pretty ordinary day, really, but at least Mark Radcliffe and Steve Lamacq did their best to liven it up.