Whirlwind. And a pie.
Mrs M's birthday today and what a whirl it is. Cards made, presents wrapped, children reminded. Breakfast in bed (whether wanted or not) needs to be prepared and days at work prepared for. Plus child 2 is off to Latitude so tent and rucksack found and cash handed over ("Really? You need that much?"). Oh and packed lunches. Have I remembered everything? Expecting a few calls asking for assistance...
I'm following your mosh thoughts. Gentler bloggers may be relieved to know there is one more next week before we rest our aching leather clad limbs. I'm loving it because there isn't a rock show on Radio 2 so it gets scattered liberally across the network (though Desmond Carrington yet to meet his quota on this). Whenever AC/DC get some airplay the response is overwhelmingly positve. I'm hoping the inner rocker in all of us (soul fans included) find themselves nodding just a little, even as they run to the hills. As The Maiden boys would have it. (I had a curry with Iron Maiden once after Top of the Pops. Sweet, polite and charming. Nice boys) Nigel with some veggie pie today and oldies please for THE OPEN GOLF at ROYAL ST GEORGE today. It is such a big sporting event that, even though we have only just saluted Rory's win in America, we re-visit the tees, fairways and bunkers for musical inspiration.
Have a calm and organised Thursday, see you after 5.