The roads down here are stuffed with caravans – where have they all come from? There must be a secret caravan breeding farm somewhere because there seem to be far more than usual. Is this the result of the credit crunch and a sudden warmth in the weather after eight weeks of rain, rain rain. I wish I was on holiday. A few days lying around reading books would be glorious. To make matters worse Mary Jo (Bozedown) phoned today because she is off on holiday until the beginning of September. Talk about green with envy, I look like a tree frog.
I have been trying to work but I’m under seige from a thumping bass in the greasy barn on the other side of the wall. Wes is in there doing things with amplifiers and loudspeakers. I have jumped up and down a bit attempting to explain that my brain works when it is quet and to TURN THE STUFF OFF.