Just home from shooting a short film down in Bournemouth, in which I play the character of Santa.  I'd better not go into too much detail about it before it's completed and actually 'out there' as it were, but suffice it to say it's satirical, surreal, and very funny.  A very talented team, too, which usually makes for a nice working atmosphere.  There were no flaps, no strops; just everybody getting on with what they had to do.
And hospitable:  The producer and director both gave up their beds so that I, and another cast-member, could have somewhere to sleep while we were filming. There was food, there were snacks, there was beer.

Yesterday was my shooting day (they have two more including today).  It began at around 7.30, at a small private tennis club, where two of us spent several hours running around showing just how bad our tennis skills were, as we attempted to produce a convincing rally for the camera.  Must have been good exercise; my legs still ache today!