Tiny, but mighty

I think I can only describe this evening as a rollercoaster of emotions.

Nik Kershaw was bloody brilliant once again even though I’m in rather a bit of pain (worth it) after standing for 2 hours plus…met a really nice couple too, who’d travelled from London for the gig.

All the excitement and joy totally marred by my being the embodiment of the saying “pride comes before a fall” when after proudly announcing to F in the car that I didn’t need my checklist of “tickets, phone, keys, blue badge”… I lost the keys somewhere between the car and car park/restaurant/venue…I thought they’d fallen into the footwell of the car and having driven back to each location there’s no sign of them…my last hope was that I’d imagined them in my hand and they’d be at home on the drive or still in the door!…quite a frosty drive home but at least F had his set or we’d have been calling my mum & dad for my spare. They have an insurance fob on if someone hands them in but I have to wait 48 hours to report them lost.

Hating myself and my so-called brain quite a bit right now :(