Tonight I shall be sleeping in a bed for the first time in a week. An actual, goose-feather-filled (okay, maybe not the last part) piece of furniture purpose-built for people to actually sleep on instead of one made for parking their keester, watching movies and chomping down pizza on. Which is what I’ve been on all week during the I Am Tim shoot.
Not that I slept particularly badly; I know for a fact that my kindly host, Jamie McKeller of Tim-famy (ha!), slept much worse than myself, despite it being his own bloody house. He spent his nights curled up on the bedroom floor in what he called his ‘nest’, though it was evidently less warm and inviting as that sounds.
Unless it sounds like it was made of twigs and muddy leaves. In which case it was exactly as warm and inviting as it sounds.
This was due to a crew/cast member having broken a rib or two in a horse riding injury a couple of weeks previous and thus requiring a bed in which to mend. Jamie was only too kind to oblige at his own expense.
As a result of all this slumber-deprivation, we’re pretty well knackered. It’s been three days now since we wrapped this shoot (finishing a day early last Friday was wholeheartedly welcomed) but Jamie, myself and a few other long-haulers are still feeling the effects.
Which is why this blog is about how tired I am and not anything much more interesting. Sleep first; fun second. I’ll recap last week’s events in the coming days, hopefully to your rapture and amusement.
(There will be pictures of crew members in compromising positions, I promise.)
Oh, and did you know that the Strange Bedfellows blog started today?
Well, it did. So there.
Why not check out the first entry and find out what it’s all about?
Heck, you might even enjoy yourself.