...and I apologise. Anyway, I'm happy to have settled into the way of things again, and it seems that everyone is quite hyped up about the 60's/70's night. I am, anyway, but that's because I don't get out much. Still, I got into the town for some subversively-humorous stuff, and a nice walk. Company was good, but that goes without saying.
Music is a good thing. From the middle eight of Für Elise to the twinkly piano of Sweet Home Alabama, it keeps me amused. Much like performing monkeys, and three year-olds dressed as Sargeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band. And ducks...
- The religiously-updated dreams