Have spent today doing a last minute panic over missing/disfunctional/useless bits of gear. I'd like to have five minutes on my own in a soundproofed room with that clever chap that invented the T'internet, so I could conduct an interview without coffee or chair. It used to be that uncooperative pieces of equipment could be thrashed into acquiescence with the deft application of a sixteen ounce club hammer, but now all you can do is rail at the injustice and downright cruelty of the silicon chip...
On a far more positive note, we had a great little gathering last night at our local, the Walkhampton Inn, so thanks to Ali and Mike, the landlords. I was given some really generous donations too. This morning, some of my neighbours from over the road came and gave me another slab of cash, I am always so touched by people's generosity. Not that it ever gets in the news, "if it bleeds, it leads" is the mantra of our wonderful media these days. Well, we know better, eh?
Tomorrow I will be relaxing, ready for the off on Monday, by spending twelve hours manning a hog roast at our local point to point (Spooner's and West Dartmoor hunt, near Tavistock). So I'll be suitably greasy and yawning on Monday morning. Don't, whatever you do, hold that thought, boys and girls. Later...
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