Days come. Days go. Repeat. Again. Joy.
It is another normal week in the suburbs. The bins have been collected and we can all sigh a sigh of relief as our collective waste has been shipped off, spirited away to an undetermined location - another mountain of rubbish somewhere. The postman has been, unwittingly delivering goodness and/or despair to householders. Somewhere, who knows, milk may have even been delivered. Whatever happened to the bread man?
I am here, just chipping away at things. I've managed to wrestle a few more chapters of Ulysses into submission, watched some cool films, and rehearsed a bit. I've been shopping for vinyl, Beatles DVDs, guitar stuff and other things. I am eagerly awaiting the delivery of the mod revival book that I contributed a great deal towards, as well as the brand new Andy White album ,to which I contributed nothing. I've been for a bike ride, mowed the lawns, and continued in my quest for perfect household order. Me and the dog are tight. I played the blues last night, we had home made gnocchi tonight, and I am off to perform in half an hour...
It's Lynn's birthday tomorrow, so 24 hours of celebration are planned!