Woke up surrounded by boxes, I just have so much stuff. Too much? No, I'm 36, it's right that I have a lot of stuff at my age, it's a sign of a life well lived, etc.
Spent the whole day unpacking, organising, making my (really quite big) room feel homely, which it really goes now. I have a lot of books and the bookshelf is impressive, until you realise I have two different books written by Harry Redknapp. And a lot of books about the sitcom, Porridge.
But yeah, it feels good here - I enjoy walking down by the river to get my car, I like the fact that Tesco - and it's many Ginsters slices - is so close.
Managed to get everything in shape by 6pm, then off to meet up with the band. The band lock up is a 4 minute drive away from the house, another perk.
Quick trip up to Milton Keynes to headline a festival there. Typically it ran late and we didn't get on stage till 11.30pm. We followed two covers bands and it didn't really work tonight. We're so tight these days, almost by default, we can put on a good show but it felt like, following two 'party' bands, we lost the audience a bit. Shame, but these things happen sometimes.
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