I just got back in. its been a good 28 hours – surprisingly good, actually. I went home with Est yesterday afternoon; the Everett’s are very nice people. like the joneses, they’re incredibly warm and generous. Having worked with Esther for 5 years almost, she’s become a steadfast friend, yet we barely do anything together socially. Last night, I think, was the first step towards putting that right.

After dinner at her place, I set off with Esther’s family to the Crewe lyceum. Est had told me abit about the show,: basically a series of tribute acts interspersed with comedy. At first I thought this sounded dubious, but still wanted to go. However, I was wrong: in short: last night’s show ruled! The performance were all very good. From my chair, I must have had the best seat in the house: centre isle, four or five rows back but with the added height of my manual chair. Because of this, I really got into the show. It was full of witty asides, double entendre, raunchy gags and rock and role. My god those guys could play! There’s something about live music witch engages you; especially if its rock. There was one guy with a guitar capable of the most sublime solos. There were also these natty videos, projected onto a screen at the back of the screen, giving the thing an added dimension. I was pushed back to Esther’s smiling.

This morning was fairly relaxed. I sat in the kitchen and drank coffee while Est cooked lunch. Then, after doing a bit of shopping on route to the bus stop, me, Est and Mrs Everett came home. It was great fun, and, apart from me being too long for the sofa, a great two days.