Strange times, and they are about to get stranger.
Two days ago I agreed with a friend that we should not try to build last-minute flame throwers into our hobby horses.
Yesterday I was taking a milkshake to someone who has pneumonia. I found myself wishing I had cup-holders in my car. A sure sign that I am getting more Septic by the day. Positively gangrenous.
Today I was chatting to a shop-owner in her shop and she took off her top to demonstrate that she was a hot librarian.
Whatever next? Oh yes. Flipside – an art festival in which I am camping with a group of lovely folk who put up a giant mushroom and a giant monkey’s head amongst all the mayhem of 1300 artists.