A mad weekend, and I was almost too shattered this morning to make it into
work; I was very close to phoning in sick, but it would have been a bit
degenerate when it was mainly so self-inflicted. Others may do things like
that, but I try not to...
As I said before, Friday night was Shine's end-of-week concert at Leon School,
which went all very smoothly after an equally smooth week. One of the definite
highlights was the after-concert curry in Fenny Stratford. Sadly no repeat of
the last time - which I missed - when the meal for thirteen ended up "on the
house", but it was still one of the best curries we'd had, and not the
slightest cause for complaint.
However the most notable event was shortly before the concert, just as I
arrived at the school, when I overheard Shine crew-member Andrew on the phone.
It turned out he was talking to Rebecca St James, who he idolises about as much
as it is safe for a Christian to do... Needless to say, he was over the moon
about this, but then started pestering just about anyone who moved to give him
a lift on Saturday night to see her in concert in Wolverhampton. And muggins
So Saturday night we drove up to Wolverhampton, Andrew paying for the tickets
while I covered the petrol costs. Yes, the evening was somewhat eventful, with
Andrew being more than a little bit embarrassing at times, but it was worth it
for him - and I enjoyed the gig anyway. Without going into too much detail, he
managed to get a name-check from Rebecca on-stage, and met her afterwards for a
quick chat and a hug. Suffice to say that if Friday's phone-call had made that
"the best day of his life", Saturday surpassed that, and although I had to
cringe quite a few times, if it made him that happy, I'm not too bothered.
We weren't away from Wolverhampton too late and had an unusually clear run
home, despite it being a bit wet. Andrew had been invited to come back to see
Mark, and I'd agreed to take him home afterwards, so I didn't get to bed until
about two in the end, which after an evening like that left me somewhat drained
for the rest of the weekend.
I was playing Sunday morning though, so I couldn't afford even the briefest
lie-in, but thankfully I was able to take the day fairly easily after that.
Claire - suffering from the tail-end of tonsillitis - begged me to give her a
lift home, so having agreed that with her mum, did just that, and was then
invited to stay for lunch anyway. None of us feeling too energetic, but in
need of a little fresh air, most of us then went for a short stroll round Lodge
Lake, then it was time for me to be on my way to have some tea and get ready
for the evening.
So much for my proposed early night last night, though, but it was better than
Saturday night I suppose...