Tolerance

Poor Sam. He held the fort while I was in London for 2 days. This afternoon he looked after everything while I spent 3 hours having photo coaching and portraits done, another 2 hours while I did a wedding pre-shoot, and then was forced to model intermittently as I unpacked a delivery of hire stuff for an exhibition on Monday...or should I say half a delivery. The ass wipes seemed to have forgotten to pack the stands and one soft box...so it's all gone a bit heath robinson. To top it all off the forks on Sam's new bike are bust and it has been sent away, and his old bike also has a broken wheel. So there is no chance of him biking in this perfect weather. We are all quite grumpy.