A glass of single malt, a smoke, the dog by me feet, some soft crazy music playing repeat, i find my self spending yet another sleepless night in me study. The smell of a fresh coat of paint, rather heady!

All those law books, once my bread and hardly any butter  don the shelves, instead strewn around are now some lenses, some diffusers, and loads of prints. 

I might spend a lot more time here.