It’s late, I’ve been working for 14 ½ hours today and I’m cold to the bone, having spent a big-ish chunk of the afternoon on an icy cold station, waiting while trains were coming through Southall at a snail’s pace. Brassed off is certainly how I’m feeling.

Yep, Southall – the place of my youth and the place that for some peculiar reason I seem to keep on getting into the shit for saying I love – that’s the place that has been the source of my misery tonight.

Apparently some emergency repairs to the train line meant that all the South west trains were delayed tonight and mine, of course, was one of them.

I am cold.

When I got home, DM was in ebullient mood and he’d cleared up a number of ‘jobs’ that had been hanging around. He asked me if I knew what this key belonged to – it’s one of the keys that the previous owner of the house left behind but we can’t find a lock it fits.

It reminded me of a fab book by Fiona Gibson called ‘wonderboy’ where the heroine finds something she didn’t want to find in a locked cupboard in her new home….I don’t think the discovery she made was one that will trouble me particularly but nonetheless, a key with no lock is perturbing.

So is this one of my famous ‘I have no idea what to photograph’ cack shots? Yes, and no. Yes, because in fact that is exactly what it is and no because it was actually quite difficult to light - so quite technical considering the day I’ve had and my general bad humour.

Last year, I was paying tribute to my friend Jeanne.