Oh my head. Some of The Limitations were round last night, working up new songs for their gig. I was chez Ricardo, eating more curry and drinking fizz with J and my fine On the Line buddies.

Cath and I arrived back to a house full of mayhem... to which we added for an hour or so before Miles came down the stairs on his stomach and it was time to call it a night. This house was not designed to sleep seven but hey, we deserved a party after a great bit of shed demolition.

New one arrives next week, can't wait, how sad am I?

joella