SUNDAY I LOVE YOU. You bring me ridiculous portions, cheesecake and guilt free hours of walking in the park. I find myself in the park when I am looking for inspiration, really that means when I am feeling unproductive BUT on a Sunday it is whole different story! I spend time baking, again usually a task left for those afternoons of pottereing around the house with a massive to do list getting nothing done. Not today, NUH UH!
Wandstead Park is my new favourite place. So easy to get lost in, it is HUGE, tons of ponds, a beautiful river running through and shit loads - I MEAN SHIT LOADS - of wildlife.
Still no Kingfisher sighting but I swear one day I will see one of those wee bastards. One day. I am waiting for you.
It's my reset day. I have had a great weekend with one blight - I forgot about a gig (well, I didn't forget I just didn't write it down!! What a fanny!) so found myself in the DISGUSTING situation of playing the piano at a show, then my mobile lights up. I see that it is one of the agencies I work for and instantly get that gut wrench, I knew I had fucked up. Big time. SO after playing two great gigs on Saturday I was left with a slight shake in the stomach "What others gigs have I not written down?!"
After multiple double checks (about 14 double checks) after 28 checks I am fairly to moderately absolutely definately almoooosssttt sure that I have pretty much not forgot any others.
ARGHARGHARGH! Human error. That's all I can say. In the four or so years I have been gigging I have never forgot a gig. UNTIL NOW. DUM DUM DUUUUUUUM!
Anyway, since writing this JOHN has just walked in through my kitchen window.
John is the neighbour's cat. HELLO JOHN!
R xxx
Wandstead Park is my new favourite place. So easy to get lost in, it is HUGE, tons of ponds, a beautiful river running through and shit loads - I MEAN SHIT LOADS - of wildlife.
Still no Kingfisher sighting but I swear one day I will see one of those wee bastards. One day. I am waiting for you.
It's my reset day. I have had a great weekend with one blight - I forgot about a gig (well, I didn't forget I just didn't write it down!! What a fanny!) so found myself in the DISGUSTING situation of playing the piano at a show, then my mobile lights up. I see that it is one of the agencies I work for and instantly get that gut wrench, I knew I had fucked up. Big time. SO after playing two great gigs on Saturday I was left with a slight shake in the stomach "What others gigs have I not written down?!"
After multiple double checks (about 14 double checks) after 28 checks I am fairly to moderately absolutely definately almoooosssttt sure that I have pretty much not forgot any others.
ARGHARGHARGH! Human error. That's all I can say. In the four or so years I have been gigging I have never forgot a gig. UNTIL NOW. DUM DUM DUUUUUUUM!
Anyway, since writing this JOHN has just walked in through my kitchen window.
John is the neighbour's cat. HELLO JOHN!
R xxx