Last night I drove some 180 miles to Crew to have my photo taken wearing a tinfoil helmet and looking like a mental. It was only when I started jabbering like a mental and gesticulating wildly that we hit the real payload of nutso. Method acting, darling. It kind of got to me a bit, though.
Oh, the photos were for the poster for the Edinburgh show.
Returning home I found that my driveway had been obscured by cars. This was annoying. There was a gap between them but only just the width of my car and there was no room to get into it, given the cars parked opposite. I ended up parking in a space which has a 2 hour waiting period between 8am and 8pm.
Turns out that you can't park there at all between 8pm and 8am. Parking ticket. Bunch of bastards. I now wish that I'd left a brick on the windscreen of the Volvo, rather than a polite note. Next time I'll give him a bill for £30. Twat!
I went to a podiatry appointment this morning. Apparently I still have feet and they're still able to feel a tuning fork. Key of D I believe.
The podiatrist applied a dressing to my poorly leg - nice lady. I'm cured.
I stopped by my old place of residence on the way out of Reading in order to drop off some laundry, which had been stinking my car out a bit. Glastonbury is not a nice smell. I apologise for transferring the stench somewhere else.
According to the bathroom scales I've lost a further 2 pounds since I was last weighed. This means I've definitely lost 9 pounds since the peak of my weight this time around. However, I'm about 5 pounds heavier than where I was in January. I wish to continue losing weight.