the match

Off to band rehearsal this morning (good, the new guitar got its first outing and was sounding frankly tremendous) with a guest singer; all good.

Got back to find that +1/3 was out somewhere but that he was long overdue. A quick phonecall and a trip on the bike and we'd found him, looking suitably sheepish. He knew he was in the wrong for not coming back on time so got to spend the rest of the day helping to clean the house.

Trapped inside he had to resort to pressing his face against the window to watch his friends playing football...