Sunday was dire, it was cold, wet and boring, apart from practice. Then as soon as Monday comes and you have to return to the grindstone, the sun comes out, its glorious out there, but in the land of “No cake for the wicked” its as gloomy as ever.
Still don’t know if the train strike is on again this Friday, I really want to practice, I will get there somehow, but it could be a very late night trying to get back home.
