Tired again tonight. Overtime is knocking it out of me as I'm not used to it. Did some footage reviewing tonight. My team mate was stopped in Morrisons and asked about paranormal stuff because he had seen us in the paper. That sounds like a good thing. 
Good luck to my boss who gets married again tomorrow. 
The thought of myself getting remarried gives me shivers. 
Marriage itself is like a warm slipper, nice. But being married to the enemy is terrible. I know they say keep your enemies closer but it does get you down. If you don't get on then there's no winner. 

I was happy to see my friends neighbours had already put out my wheels bin today. When I tried to put my bin bag in though, I found it full of cardboard boxes I hadn't owned. Cheeky sods. I just hoped that the boxes didn't contain severed heads which would be traced back to me. So here it is in writing. I didn't do it. 

I was ironing my three year olds jeans when I noticed that the pocket contained something that I presumed to be a sweet wrapper. I emptied out a ripped Bionicle advert out of Argos's va talkie and: a twig broken in two. It was very cute. I showed him what I'd found and he nodded saying "Thems mine". Like father like son, very attached to useless bits of crap. 
I really need to sleep if I'm to do another twelve hour day on my feet.