The wanderer returns.
So, I’m back. Did you miss me?
The festival went off without much of a hitch, although I have learned a very hard lesson about sleeping in cheap tents and forgetting my crutch. Having said that, it was an awful lot of fun, and I really can’t put into words how much it meant to me being able to see quite a few of my musical idols. I still haven’t quite got my voice back! And I even managed to get a tan, which I am taking full advantage of by constantly wearing short sleeves, even while the pisspoor British summer ebbs away.
I did make it to the con the following weekend (albeit, a day later than planned), but unfortunately, I arrived and then pretty much slept through the whole thing. I was aware that it might happen, but I am still very pissed off about the whole thing. Again, I didn’t take my crutch, which was all manner of stupid, but I couldn’t get it there on public transport with my luggage, and I mistakenly believed there wouldn’t be a lot of use for it. Next time I say something like that, I’d like you all to remind me that lifts break down from time to time, and usually at the single most inconvenient point in time. The desire to be able to take my car out and about is nothing short of palpable.
Healthwise, I can feel a bad spell looming very large on the horizon. I have pushed myself much too hard this summer, and while it was all for good and valuable reason, that won’t stop me having to pay the price for it. Even typing is casuing unnecessary amounts of discomfort at the moment, so you’ll forgive me if I make this missive a little on the short side.
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you all though, because I haven’t.