Yeah.

So I broke the back of it. Pretty much. Jess couldn't sleep so went to talk her to sleep with my DEEPLY boring stories about my travels to morocco (didn't leave the ferry port because I suspected it would be like Indiana jones and I am no Harrison Ford) Then decided to lie in bed and eat crisps instead. I don't imagine Picasso having that attitude. But maybe he didn't like crisps as much as me. I'm not that tired so I might carry on in a bit. But am aiming to sleep. Then maybe get up at 6 am and start on it again then. Probably get up at 6.30. Maybe 10.