Late-night madness
As the tiredness set in, so does the madness. It’s 1am on Friday and already I’ve poured cold water onto a teabag (before promptly filling up the kettle and boiling it). That was for my second cup of tea in that hour; my total tea-count is currently on 3.
It’s not just me, either; I’ve already corrected a few spelling errors that I’m sure Kathryn would normally have noticed herself. She’s also lost a phone number and, in trying to find it again, woken some poor soul up. All in the call of journalism, of course.
We’ll keep tabs on the situation. I might need to take a tactical nap at this rate. Still, work has begun on producing tomorrow’s online issue, which should be up later this morning, towards 10am.