Woke up after a night home alone - first time that's happened since we first moved in. I was ready unusually early, so walked to the station in the sun. I honestly never love Oxford more than at 8.30 on a Sunday morning when it's sunny.

It might help that I'm still in a very good mood from yesterday, when Gerge visited me with some exciting news (it's a secret it's not a secret anymore).



I'm shooting a film sporadically, so if there's a gap in my journal, fear not. I'm not dead.