Trapped

Awake at 6.30am, swapping tweets with 6 music by 7am, dinner in the slow cooker by 7.30am and on the bike for a 35 mile ride into a headwind by 8am. No wonder I'm knackered. And that's without the two hours of slashing and burning in the garden, driving to the farm shop with Joe for a blip, a coffee and some fruit sorbet and then picking Ruby up after the sleepover.

Ruby sounds like she had a great time in the mosh pit. I want my kids to experience my Clash gig at Eric's and my AC/DC gig at Liverpool Empire in their own way - sounds like this could have been it, with added crowd surfing and fighting thrown in for good measure.