Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 12c/54f with a predicted high of 21c/70f and sunny. Weather app says “No guts, no fucking glory, or whatever. It’s not my fault that you sit on the fucking couch eating chips while the fucking sun is shining.” Well, I won’t be doing that today, got too many other things going on!
She wants to make absolutely sure you know what’s empty!
There are a lot more one-day festivals than there used to be, a lot of music venues are finding it’s quite profitable to put several bands on in one day as tickets are not massively expensive and people will come for all the bands, or just the one they really want to see. I think there are three festivals I could have been at today, I picked the one with a Swedish band we like but rarely get the chance to see. Some of my friends are involved in organising festivals, one of them has been doing a one-day event in aid of a dementia charity for the last 12 years, and another is organising the 13th “Rock for Spon” event today which benefits a local hospice (Spon was his friend’s nickname, they were in bands together and sadly Spon died very young from cancer).
I’m getting my hair done-did this morning, in fact I have to leave as soon as I’ve finished typing this!
Someone may have decided you need to do both! I hope you both enjoyed it, whatever it was.
We were quite concerned about the cats when they were here for their first thunderstorm. They weren’t bothered by it at all, I like to think they’d been here long enough that they felt safe in the house (and around us) so they didn’t feel the need to hide. Or maybe their braincells weren’t connecting…cats, right?
Uneventful journey home last night, and a quiet evening on the sofa scoffing chilli and watching a film. I was up reasonably early today, cats are fed and watered, litter trays are clean and I have had a message from the catsitter. She and her wife are in London today for Chelsea women’s final match of the season so she wanted to let me know that she would be calling in on their way home tonight. Fine by me, we can give the cats something before we leave at lunchtime and they will survive on dry, flavourless bits until she gets here.
I have to leave for the hairdresser’s in a few minutes, should be back home in just over an hour. Then I have to sort the cats out, empty the bins, pack my stuff and head to the station as we’re off to sunny Wakefield by train today. Musical shenanigans for the day, overnight in a local hotel and home early tomorrow afternoon. Time to get going, hairdresser knows me well and will have a cup of tea ready for me