Fay Wray of the Rezillos singing beautifully with some moving painting at St Margarets arts complex. Moving as in changing. Not that emotional moving stuff. A good part of the day.
I thought the day was going ok, until I realised I'd spent 2.5 hours sewing velcro onto an the wrong edge of a canvas for an upcoming work exhibition. Another 2.5 hours to go then.
I also dropped my sock down the toilet. How is that even possible?
I think I also may spot the beginnings of trenchfoot. 24hours of solid rain. It's MAY. Arrrggghhhhhh.
Think Prince Charlie'll be alright for work as a weather presenter should the revolution come soon though. I didn't realise he had such a transferable skill base. More so than some of his relations I suspect.