Don't know why. Birthday tomorrow perhaps?
Anyway, a crap week has slowly clawed its way back towards somewhere... somewhere dour.
Mon - benefits shite and horrid pacing.
Tue - went to Bristol in the evening and played tunes - ok - but was feeling like the man in the monster suit.
Wed - Ashes started. Lay shamelessly in the sun listening to the radio and sorting out photos for an exhibition I've been very kindly asked to joint exhibit at. (Still choosing photos. I might well ask for help. Watch this space.)
Thur - Took the boys to watch a cricket match (pub team affair) in the evening. Funny to see them with their bottles protected by the stumps, their fags in mouths, the summer evening air full of the thick of spliff. The boys played hide and seek in the pissoir and collected shards of broken glass, interminably. I was jealous to be a spectator. Wanted a crack at it.
Fri/Today - A non-day. Feel doury dour. Oh, I said that.
Take care all.
Ready To Rock
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