I'd quite vivid and awkward dreams this morning. It wasn't a wonder I woke up pathetically to a grey sky without a sun. In fact I could tell it would be a morning with little expectation...awake, work and sleep again. This bothered me very little since I'd grown accustomed to creating my own little joys (everything from shopping to conversation). Today I did it a little different, I started by reading a chapter from The Gargoyle, then became anxious for the plot to move along so I skipped downstairs to start on something else. There it was a little bundle of joy with my name written on it. It's then I recalled my recent addiction to Ebay and to that my £7 purchase. I could swear the sun burst through the windows just then. I'd completely forgotton. My vintage polaroid camera. It had come!
