Alas, eBay bidders were not impressed by my sewing machine that sews by itself* (no bids) my teasmade (£5.00) or my King Kurt t-shirt (£2.40), so I shan't be moving to L.A. as planned.
Instead, I shall be playing at Offline this Friday for Em's birthday (on at 9.00) before, I hope, whizzing up the road to see the Irrepressibles play at the Vauxhall Tavern. And then on Saturday, it's the Troubador in Earl's Court with Daniel Takes a Train.
Meanwhile I have had to wash every single bit of clothing I own, after a couple of moths guiltily fluttered out from the jeans pile. They are on the line now, fluttering in the drizzle (moths or clothes? You choose). There's a Help-the-Aged donation bag downstairs, giving me encouraging looks. I suppose... no clothes, no moths, right? I'll give it a thought.
That's it for now. The day awaits, and I am going to do a bit o' singing and playing today.
*it's terrifying. I left it alone once for a mere 5 minutes and when I came back with my cup of tea I could hear it buzzing away all on it's own. I was too frightened to go into the room at first.
Later, I was told that it had probably overheated and short-circuited. This may be true , as there was a strong aroma of burnt electrics, but it's worked since. Perhaps it was operated by a passing ghost?