Breakage
We didn't do the overnight shift in the end. I think Graham was happy to, but by the time midnight arrived I could tell I wasn't working well, and defintely when closing time came at 3, I knew I didn't want to stay. We would've had to stay there at least another six hours until the morning staff came to open up again, since we don't have a key to lock up with, and it was unbearably hot and uncomfortable up there. So, we got a taxi home and tried to have some food before going to bed. I managed to cook myself a pizza without trouble, but when Graham tried to make himself some food after me, the oven door decided that life would be much more exciting as a heap of glass on the floor. The shattering was spectacular, I wish I could see it again. Going to get a few hours rest before going back to work again. This is after I swept it all into the corner, which isn't nearly so interesting, but you can see what happened:
