Sleep didn't come easily. I was still buzzing from my long day of doing whatever I wanted. But eventually, come it did. Two minutes before the alarm went off I looked at the clock. My body knew the routine. I believe I was dreaming that I was talking to Ricky Gervais. That was a first. Usually I am good mates with Chris Martin from Coldplay. He trusts me and asks me advice in his kitchen. Nice bloke.
Work was seven hours of problems that stopped me from jumping into print action. Then the last hour plus was rushing to get done so that I could see my son for tea. Tomorrow will be a long working day but as I left work I still felt guilty.