In a week’s time, it will all be over. It’s a very liberal use of the word “all”, but hell, it works for me. To be honest, I just want pre-production to be over. It never ends. If it’s not cars being gazzumped, or Dudley blokes going on holiday and leaving unhelpful marketing managers in charge, or Landrovers just being god-damned cursed vehicles, it’s grassy slopes needing finding, or cardboard boxes gathering, or dingies borrowed. But just one week. One week and I can sleep till midday every day, and drink coffee in Doodies every night. No batteries to charge, no insurance claims, no carrying heavy metal items up hills. Shit, it’s going to be boring.