Cross

A day of nothing much. Worked from the back bedroom in Nottingham, accompanied by the sounds of Arlo clattering about and giggling downstairs. Resisting the urge to go out and play was tough. By the time I went out for a walk I'd lost all notion of what I wanted to photograph, so phoned my Mum to wish her happy birthday. By the time I finished the call I was back home and truly mojo-less.

Four Tet mix. Ain't listened yet, but it's not going to be rubbish is it?