At a music festival in Northampton. Hardly anyone in the audience but on stage is Invocal. They are a local group and totally mad. Wicked stuff. Lovely harmonies. Here's a video from a performance in February 2008.
Gone for a nice evening of bowling with JD. Spontaneous decision. At 3 games for £7 each, I reckon that is goods value for a Tuesday night. We were really really bad! I beat JD in first frame with an impressive score of 71! The second frame was much closer but I still came out on top with an impressive score of 76. The third game I lost. JD beat me 85-84! Impressive scores? Not really. But it sure was a load of fun. Almost better than spending the whole night watching Law & Order / Law & Order SVU / Law & Order Criminal Intent on the Hallmark Channel all night.
I am going to run out of attempts to be witty about my mother's foot but one last one then....
For those who have asked me how she is doing: she's doing better. Had surgery, bandages off, stitches out tomorrow and not allowed to put any weight on it for the next 6 weeks! She's got a nippy little wheelchair to race around the house (my dad nearly had a heart attack when she tried walking around on crutches so I think they are out). The builder has made ramps so she can get in to the garden (front and back) and in to the bathroom. She's happy because she can now hang the laundry on the line again and tend to her roses.
My poor dad is doing all the shopping, cooking, washing and cleaning but mum says he is being fabulous. I can just imagine her directing him from her wheelchair.
Anyway, 6 weeks in the chair, then another 2 months of rehab and physio. Poor woman. That's your summer gone.
Now calm down, before you start accusing me of penis envy or radical feminism. Let me explain.
I work in an office with men. And not a day goes by without someone (they never own up to it) pissing on the seat, on the floor or some other place that is not IN the toilet bowl. No matter how many times I voice my disgust when it is discovered again, it still happens.
Even worse: people leave floaters in the toilet and skid marks. Again, mentioning it out loud does not encourage anyone to clean it up. Bad. But even worse, somehow, is that everyone comments on it but nobody feels the need to take the toilet brush and clean the bowl. I KNOW they may not be the person who did it, but all the guys seem perfectly happy to leave the skid marks in the bowl for someone else to clean up. And usually, that is me as I am aware of the fact that we might have some clients in at some point and it would just be embarrassing to have them face the skid marks.
And so, my conclusion is that men are disgusting. They either make a mess or are happy to leave the mess as they see no need to clean it up.