A Man Of Very Large Appetites, Aylesford

I was so tired last night after such a heavy week work wise that I fell asleep with all my clothes on and didn't wake up until early this morning.
This inspired today's line of poetry - "the bare, shadow sleep of a delirious man is a sad pounding above the beat of the rain". 
When I did wake up it was very humid and I felt pooled in sweat and troubled by very anxious dreams, did I imagine the patter of raindrops? Turns out I hadn't, the street outside my house was glistening from a short shower.
I do notice the more tired I get the more clumsy and un-cordinated I become. On Thursday I managed to walk straight into a lampost - not while looking at my smartphone (I don't own one) but while absent mindedly reading a newspaper! Today, I managed to fall over in an almost empty car park, flying through the air, arm out stretched like a very down at heal superman. I landed on a combination of my elbow and the side of my face with my camera skidding across the tarmac. Luckily, the only thing bruised was my pride, plus one or two scratches on my beloved little camera.
Today's shot was something that just made me smile. Apparently, Carl Cox, Eats Everything and Hot Since 82 are all different acts at this festival but together they made for a rather funny and surreal sentence!