It came from above,,,

Having disposed of the plague of moths (better living through chemistry) I should have known that I was in line for another Biblical visitation. This one was another classic - flood. I think that's the fourth time upstairs has flooded my flat. I may be missing one or two out. This one was relatively minor - the hall cupboard was inundated, which meant all of the boxes and papers I had in there are gone, the newly painted hall needs redone, and I have the nightmare scenario of an already damp flat becoming more damp.

On the scale of things, not terrible, but it's knocked me out of my stride a little, which is not what I need this month. July is turning out to be a little busy. This weekend I have golf with my dad on Saturday, and Neil Gaiman in Edinburgh on Sunday. Next weekend is an athletics event at Hampden, and being a tour guide. Weekend after that is Tyree, then a weekend with nothing booked (apart from the Commonwealth Games lawn bowls: don't laugh) and then Jen and John arrive for Games and cottaging.

And THEN I'm at the refurbished Kelvingrove Bandstand for three nights running, Steve Earle, The Waterboys, and Allison Moyet.

And then there's some sort of festival think on in Edinburgh.

The next two months might just blur a little, and I'm quite looking forward to that.

Onwards and upwards...