Premises, Premises…

Oof. Three days of filming. My brain is putty now. Have to say, Justin was a star and of course the Premises staff did not only everything they could to help, like getting my Chesterfield in, but also various things they shouldn’t. Like letting me have recording studio A for three days for the price of the box I normally book. We had daylight, and a proper floor, and it was quiet and everything. But top spot goes to Corrie, who turned up on time, had learnt her songs, and proceeded to read the autocue, play the ukulele, and sing like Aretha-meets-Piaf. She is my hero. And of course Nula in the cafe who let me take my cake away on a plate. This is a whole new level of trust.

I’m ready for the weekend. Arsenal v West Ham later, but in the meantime I think a little bit of padding about in my slippers might be in order. We have chiffchaffs in the garden. I’ve never seen them before. I might try to film them in a while, but they are very tiny and at the other end of the garden. Apparently the singing is really worth hearing… they go ‘chiff chaff’. The RSPB have a video of a chiffchaff singing but due to copyright restrictions there’s no sound. Yawn.