DVT DAY 34
Festival day two. Tent still up and tonight is my night out under canvas (plasticated cloth type thing). I did my usual drugs on time after a poor nights sleep and another night my Fitbit thought I was dead. So full of my daily compliment I retreat to the shed and set up with the intention of doing nothing but kick back to good sounds and do a bit of gardening in a self-sufficient mind set sort of way. After a breakfast bacon roll and coffee on the patio with my partner I settle down to read the post. A letter from a friend who is isolated and not able to get to see her family has arrived and I save the pleasure for a cup of coffee on the swing seat in the sunshine. It is such a great pleasure to get a letter, I do not understand why people do not write more. Actually I think I do but today is a festival day and not a philosophy one.
I potter in the garden for a bit and scribble an odd line or two strangely inspired by Splodgenessabounds’s Two Pints of Larger and a Packet of Crisps Please. Where that came from I’ve no idea, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.
I weed garden pots and settle down after lunch to watch the BBC recording of Kate Tempest’s BBC recording of Let Them Eat Chaos. Its 53 minutes long and left me breathless and wondering how someone can develop such a distinctive and powerful poetic voice, a strange mixture of hip hop and alliterative iambic pentameter.
After a bit of a refection I got down to some more weeding of the garden with a view to make room for the dozens of seedlings that I have potted up in the temporary greenhouse.
Dinner and Indiana Jones followed by clearing the kitchen and then the blog. The exciting thing is that I am sleeping in the tent tonight, so at sometime soon I shall wander of up the garden with a pillow.
