So! I dragged myself out of bed on Sunday morning a mere three hours after I'd collapsed, sweat-sodden and vaguely dissatisfied, into it (observation: Bedlam eats the arse out of a mole). Why? So I could go hang out at the top of a cark park and take pictures.
I'd say it was worth it.
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