I am a tangerine

Busy, busy day. Work rest and play with heavy emphasis on work. Chasing people, papers, and electonic gizmos. Organising a trip to Londontown. Important meetings. Or at least meetings with people who thought both they and the meetings were important.

All this while wearing a big sign stuck to the back of my trousers, which was only pointed out to me late in the day, offering six tangerines for £1. A veritable bargain, I'd say.

For those who notice such things, the zoomy lens is now back in working order, and will be called into service again tomorrow. I'm determined to snap that blue cock in Trafalgar Square.

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