I spent one part of today sitting under the A64, observing a surprisingly faithful graffiti rendition of Dennis the Menace, having spent the best part of an hour traipsing through mud-laden fields in search of the right location to have a Nerf war.
I spent another sitting in a university lecture hall learning about neuroscience in literature. As you do.
And yet another comfortably situated in the cheapest pub in town, discussing plans to take over the podcast-verse via rigorously-structured movie-talk.
Strange day. Strange is good. Also exhausting, muddy and occasionally baffling, but mostly good.