Killing time...

Til taxi arrives. The weekend has gone pleasantly slowly so far, sipping Pimms to cure a hangover friday night, babysitting for teh sister last night. This is, I suspect, about to change; off to meet _unhurt_ in the pub to go see a mate play live.
I haven't been to see Davey in years, but his stuff was always good, and from what I've heard of his newest stuff he's getting even mellower with age. Go have a listen tho, tis good!

I had intended making a start on the garden today, but was thwarted initially by the Logue (who is currently in possession of my lawnmower and assorted other gardening stuff) being Far Away on a stag night, then by the fact that it's been raining pretty much non-stop since 4 oclock. Hopefully tomorrow will be drier and I can reclaim the mower. Or at least get to digging out the ragwort and other assorted weeds.

Of course what will probably happen is that I will sit inside all day with a hangover doing nothing then feel guilty about it later ;p