Old Gloves

I’ve been wearing my Dad’s gloves a bit this week, which feels slightly weird since I found them in a box of my Mum’s stuff and she’d obviously saved them carefully for thirty years. That said, they’ve just been sat in my drawer for a little while and I thought it made more sense to make use of them – especially since they’re really comfy and warm…

I’ve also been enjoying the new album by The Proctors – classic indie in the dreamy, boy and girl vocals and chiming guitars mould. I think they might be another band I managed to miss at the years Nottingham POP! All-dayer…