I scrambled down the few steps. The cameraman followed me, a bit subdued, no doubt chastened to have been reprimanded by the boss. “Thank god, we were not going live,” Cam said. Awkwardly, he lifted himself off the floor. His hand went around to the small of his back. “Owww,” he cried. “I think I threw out my back.” He was angry, and I’ve never seen Cam angry before. “Close that damned trunk,” he shouted to a crew member who had hurried to his side to assist him with getting to his feet. The man rushed to the loft, took one look inside the trunk, appeared aghast, then slammed the lid shut. “OK, let’s wrap this up,” Cam instructed. “Then I’ll get Melanie to drive me to my chiropractor. We were almost finished anyway.” With the camera no longer filming, we moved slowly down the stairs, the crew member and I on either side of Cam, assisting him to descend. The final segment of the show was scheduled to be of the garden. Cam had decided to produce a separate show on the how to’s of historic restoration at a later date.
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