You can tell

There are times when your phone pings and you just know it’s a bad sign. It’s the same ping as a good one, it’s the same sound, obviously. Pings don’t change for good news or bad news.

But I could tell. In the realm of issues that trouble us, this was not very high up the scale, but it would have been nice to see the gig.

Never mind. I got soaked on the walk up to see Mum. And a plan B with JJ, which, thankfully, did not involve whisky, despite his, to be fair, rather feeble attempt. He was wanting to start far too early.

Bonus knitted angels.