… because I had too many good meals over the weekend. I made a roast chicken dinner on Friday night when Colin got home from work; a gang of us went out on Saturday night to the superbowl in Derry, for his birthday, and had a three course meal and home-made birthday cake; and last night we went out for a very nice dinner with his family (I had venison). And I’ll be eating out again tonight pre-gig, probably just pub grub, but still….. Walkies galore for the rest of the week, I hope. Maybe I’ll bounce some of it off tonight.

Also today, I am mostly … looking forward to tonight’s gig

… and playing the Automatic and the View and Mumm-ra and the Horrors pretty much non-stop on my MP3 player. I rushed out and bought the View’s album on Saturday, and very good it is too.
I’m also exchanging emails with Marion about her insistence that I wear a hat, and my intention not to wear one on the grounds that if I wore a cowboy hat with the dress I’ll be wearing, I’d look like a fat Calamity Jane. And that’s just not a look I want to have (other than at Halloween, anyway). I left the lime-green and purple leopard-print hat at home anyway… We shall see who wins the battle of wills. I have a notoriously twistable arm, but I’m trying to stand firm.