Knife through butter

The last day of having the place to ourselves. Like knives through butter on lots of things. Sal has arrived after her mammoth editing session with Jon last night. The archive is going in. We want to set the ground floor tonight before Chi Chi and her orchestra turn up tomorrow. We will be like ghosts. The tear sheets don’t tear easily because the graphics place put the holes too close together and the billboard vinyl is peeling off. We didn’t give then enough time to turn the job around with the care and attention it needed. Andrew, the designer, is patient, he just gets stuff re-made, re-printed. We plotted the lights for the dancers and screens, we sorted the phones. We laughed a tonne especially in the cab on the way home.