My Paramour and I are scheduled to depart at lunchtime today for Shrewsbury Folk Festival. He has a monster work deadline to meet before we go, and it's anyone's guess whether he'll manage it in time - or, if he doesn't, whether he'll abandon the work project or put in a request for a late departure. He had a small meltdown last night when he discovered that he's managed to buy us tickets that don't include camping - and the festival is now sold out - but one of our friends has been a steward there for years, and she reckons she can find a way around the problem for us. If all else fails, I have a key for a friend's house in Shrewsbury, but it's a couple of miles from the festival site so not ideal.
I haven't started packing yet, but I have started making a list. Wellies, jumpers, mac, thick socks, umbrella, gloves, scarf. Yes, folks, it's August in England. Sigh...
Nevertheless, there should be some good things. Karine Polwart. Ade Edmondson playing thrash mandolin with the Bad Shepherds. Three beer tents, count 'em, three! If we can just get there... and if it would please PLEASE stop raining, and turn down the wind from fierce gusts to gentle breezes. I live in hope. It's a nice place to live. Better than England in August.
Back on Tuesday, if all goes according to plan. Have a good weekend, yourselves.