Sandwich Day

It's supper time and I'm eating a baguette. Which is more like lunch, but you've got to live a little at the weekend.

Term-time is over, and a block of work completed, but the holidays don't start properly till tomorrow, do they. So it's a funny day. A sort of sandwich day.

I finish the evening talking to my wife about singing. I'm filling her in on all the things vocalists aren't meant to do - like having late nights, eating too much dairy or talking too much. (Says he, verbosely, after bedtime, while tucking into a cheese-laden baguette...)