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Lurgified. Wiped out and no inspiration. Resting my voice but finding it surprisingly hard not to talk or sing. And I'm home alone tonight! Frustratingly I saw loads of potentially great shots this morning (for the right photographer!) but they were either on the way to work when I couldn't stop or at work where photos are prohibited. Oh well. At least I recognised they could be good photos. The quality of the light on the harbour this morning was stunning. Now to either try and summon up the energy to read the techy book I need to devour by yesterday or give up and sleep? Vx