It’s 8.55 a.m. and I am still in bed. It’s been a hectic week.
For one thing, there’s been fevered discussion about the cast of the film version of Plotting for Grown-ups. (And it has surprised me just how many people lust after Hugh Laurie.)
Meanwhile, in the real world, Dave and I spent several hours on Monday fixing posters on Correx for the Bakewell Quaker Meeting Peace Vigil tomorrow. Today we have to paint them with PVA to rainproof them. (Oh, you Quakers in San Francisco don’t know how lucky you are not to have to think about soaking rain.)
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I had to drive into Sheffield on family business.
Then last night, it was band practice. I was so tired that I wished it wasn’t. But I made myself go, and it was fab. I love the band. I love how they play. I just hope they’ll be patient with me and not give me the push because I’m so inexperienced at playing with other people. My timing is idiosyncratic because I have always rejected the tyranny of metronomes. Drummers are something else – friendly, non-controlling, and gentle.
I haven’t found time for a walk on the Trail or a coffee at Hassop Station all week. I hope Dave and I will put that right today.
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