Well I spent the best part of five hours today looking for a negative eventually remembering it was in the loft and not my almighty walk in wardrobe/negative storage facility. I had entered The S.O.F.A.W.A.R.S Zone (Should Of Filed And Wrote A Reference StupidAss), that sinking feeling where you become totally useless, ignoring phone calls, not eating and perhaps crying a lot. I guess its like being in love..
But like the best part of breaking up is making up (still on the subject of love), when I found that neg I did a little dance I was so happy (quite dangerous a few inches from the loft trap door). Never shall I enter The SOFAWARS Zone ever again..
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