Nettles...

...nettles and more nettles on the Common just now. In years gone by the grass and nettle pollen reduced me to a sneezing, streaming, snivelling wreck. But, on reaching the age of 40, the hay fever magically disappeared! I joke not! 'Twas one of the very few advantages of passing that particular milestone.

Festival preparation is underway. MrM is trying to finish off instruments at the last minute - there's still an awful lot to do in a very short time. He'll be working late this evening, and tomorrow too more than likely. I've been busy as well. MrM phoned me this morning to announce that he needed mandolin strings - bought some before catching the bus home from work. New instruments allotted numbers for the inventory, and instrument labels numbered. About to do an internet order of essential items to take with us. Then to print off the festival paperwork, after which it will be time for bed...