Yesterday was a great day. The kids climbed trees in Roker Park while I drew. It was cold in the shade, but warmer in the sun. Then we headed down to The Smugglers Pub where they have an all day/all night music fest every Bank Holiday Monday. I discovered Tony Bengtsson, a raw, powerful vocalist and a thrasher of guitars, so I bought his CD and asked him to start blogging as, from his lyrics, he's a man with a lot to say. Then, I heard Harriott Danby-Platt, a 17 year old with the voice of a traumatised angel. She was just amazing.
Then hubby cooked a curry with leftover beef, and we watched Red Dwarf. What a perfect day.