Things I need to tell you, but probably won't get round to today:
- Little Shop of Horrors rehearsals. Don't ask. Well, you won't have to, because I'll tell you, just not right now.
- The latest CorSaga. The garage still has my Corsa a week later. I still have their courtesy car. Well, I did, the last time I checked. But with the wanky towing fuckheads around, it's probably already gone again.
- The cake I nearly made, in fact might still. Lots to do.
But in the meantime I must prepare myself. For Erica and Dean are - as I type this - hurtling on their way from the Midlands to attend our Third Annual Barbecue Extravaganza (TABE). Obviously it's freezing cold and looks like it might rain any second. This is excellent, as that's exactly what happened last year. This year we will be cunning and consider delaying barbecue plans until tomorrow if necessary. I'm sure it will rain then too.
I will update you on the TABE once more news is available. I hope Dean doesn't cry again this year.