Early tomorrow morning, we're packing up the car and setting off for Reading festival (even if it's no longer called just "Reading festival" and hasn't been for years). Right now, the wind is howling and the rain is lashing against the window. The campsites are so badly flooded in places they have now had to turn what was a car park into a campsite -- though fortunately the forecast for the weekend is reasonable. I remember last year the day before we went the weather was just like this -- strangely this year almost the whole summer has been like this. I expect we'll have a late summer in September, and hopefully then I'll be able to run off to Cornwall for a week's surfing.
Rhys who cancelled on me going to the gig last Sunday has also now decided he isn't coming to Reading, either. He says he's tired and doesn't feel all that well, and is claiming the only band he wants to see is Smashing Pumpkins, on Sunday night. There's no arguing with him, you can try and reason with him, you can try and tell him it won't be the same without him, you can tell him of all the fun you'll have, but he won't budge. He's meant to be going to some gig with Jon tonight, here's hoping he actually goes to this one -- there's no hope he'll change his mind about tomorrow, though, he's already sold his ticket.
As for Claire, there's nothing much to say there at this point. I'm trying not to get my hopes up for anything, but at the same time am keeping my fingers crossed and trying not to overthink it, because I do hardly know the girl.
Just the same, I'm going to be away now until Monday -- but will catch up with you all then. Declarations of love and money orders can all be sent to the usual address.
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