Then the trying began. We tried to get through to the website that sold the tickets. There were my two laptops and then the shitty computer that doesn't work well. Yes, the shitty computer was the one that got through, leading to some rather careful pressing of buttons, so as to try to avoid setting it off to being-shittysville again.
At 9.22am, we had our tickets bought. Let down. Where's the panicking at 11am that we'd still not been allowed in?
I think people were able to buy them around lunchtime, if not even later.
Still, the rest of the day was then free. I did some fixing of the slow shitty computer (maybe that will help), followed by a big shop, followed by taking out some of my Glastonbury tent-mates for sushi. Then a trip to Primark (I bought bathmats, but I didn't try them on). Before I knew it, it was after 5, and I was due to meet some people for dinner at 6.
Then, in another yin and yang sort of a thing, I did an extra gig tonight, and discovered that tomorrow's gig is a mistaken booking. Something's gone wrong in the system, so I'm not gigging tomorrow. My run of Thu, Fri, Sat, Sun has stopped. Not a problem. I probably need a wee break.
The gig tonight will not go down as my best ever performance, or best ever response, but I had a laugh and made some amusement. I felt calm and centred, so it didn't really matter too much.
I really need some rest now.