I have loads to write about the recording on Thursday. But after a seven-hour journey back from Novo Castria last night, I'm taking it easy.
But after checking my mail when I got home I found a letter from Barnet Council saying that if I put my old Christmas Tree outside the front door before 6.30 this morning they would take it away.
So this is why at midnight I was dragging a massive, spiny, needle-shredding, rain soaked tree skeleton though the house, sloshing water and spraying needles everywhere, catching branches on the furniture and twanging green spikes all over the whole living room, before finally sliding it on to the pavement.
It's still green and had actually started growing some new bits, so I almost planted it.
Except there is no soil in my yard, only paving slabs.