summer daze

There's a different plan
Time's gonna make you a different man.
They say there's a country where the streets are paved with gold,
Where a man can find shelter far away from the cold.
And I'm sailing out to find it before I'm too old, come summer
Come summer.

So here we are being, oh so Middle Class.

still waiting for this moment . . .

We're off to a local festival tomorrow evening after work. We've collected the motor home ("Harvey" to regular readers) and we'll bung a few things in to take with us. The weather looks good and we'll meet up with some like-minded friends. Mrs Dave has stripped our pitifully small garden of spinach to make a feta and spinach pie ("for lunches") and I'm sitting here waiting for the bread to rise so I can bake it. Home-baked bread for lunch at a festival will obviously be "right on" I guess.

There won't be anyone famous on - other than Neil Innes - a local lad - he of the Bonzos and Rutles. It looks like even Rich Hall won't be on this year and he's a regular doing his "Otis T Crenshaw" shtick. Still, there are always surprises. Always. Last time I went (2011) Melanie was the special guest in tribute to Woodstock. They turned away in droves. We couldn't bear one whole song. Sorry, Melanie*.

Still, we can go away, camp (well, in a van) and wander about in a field drinking during what looks like a reasonably hot weekend and drink. Oh, did I mention that? Usually they've run out by Saturday afternoon. There'll be Adnams in the van, of course. And a box of wine. So, obviously it's going to be a quiet weekend away. The weeks are galloping towards the end of term and we're beginning to relax. Unlike the management of course. As they gear up to try to make sure that the last few weeks are as fun-packed and educational as every other week we've joyously sweated over each and every lesson plan to provide . . . blah blah blah  taught zealously. . .  er, where was I? I'll leave the British education system for now but just keep an eye on the news. Gove, eh?

In the meantime, the summer beckons: music, family, a drink or two and maybe - just MAYBE - an opportunity to do something for yourself. Play a bit of guitar? Write a song? Sleep, perhaps?

This is a quick message from the trenches. More to follow. By the way, despite not being too capable of following social notworking sites, I've "joined" (wtf?) Vine which may or may not last very long.

Wherever you are - enjoy the weekend. If you're in England take some sun cream with you.

*Andy - you may remember her "Scratch and Sniff" album cover. I'll leave it at that - everyone else can sit there and use their imaginations about what 14 year old boys thought about that.