It’s been too long, I know. I am writing this in the weird no-mans-land that is post-LASA, pre-Scotland, the week in between. As I write I am sat atop cushions in Fi’s front room, tired yet sated, full of red wine and good chat and tea and fish’n’ chips, coerced into tootight yet comfy pyjamas, teeth fresh and smooth after a clean with a new brush (don’t you just love that feeling?).
It’s been a good evening, where a drink turns into two, turns into dinner, turns into a bottle , turns into looking up clips of Weezer on Youtube and playing tunes by Frank Turner and Tilly and the Wall and Dan Against the World to people who’ve never heard them before… Good times.
And now it’s time for bed!
How are you?
Love, as always,