I've been flitting around like a septic moth all day. This morning I was collected by the director to go to a location half an hour's drive away, and his Sat Nav decided to take the scenic route.Of course, we get there and it hasn't been scouted. The scene calls for an office washroom, in which the villain of the piece preens in front of a mirror before accidentally punching a wall. The location we arrived at was a toilet smaller than the one in my own home. Useless.
The director strutted and fretted for a while, until I once more suggested the location I had originally suggested eight weeks ago. We set off back, practically to where we first started, and looked at the location. It was great, except that there was no mirror. We looked at other toilets in the building, to no avail, until I spied a dusty old mirror in the corner. We took it upstairs and shot the scene. It looked OK, especially seeing as there was no time for lighting it properly. I salvage a cock-up once again.

Afterwards I drove my pal back to his home town, and he introduced me to a friend of his. We talked movies for a couple of hours, then I popped back, stopping in on some old friends on the way. I made some vegetable broth when I got in, and it worked pretty well:

• Potatoes
• Sweet Potatoes
• Onions
• Garlic
• Mix of peas, lentils, barley, that kind of thing
• Vegetable stock
• Herbs and spices
• Pinch of salt

Chucked it all in the pan and boiled it up for an hour. It was lovely. To celebrate I played around with Twitter for a bit and changed the layout.
It's a wild and crazy life I lead...