I am very excited. Tonight I am going out. I am heading OUT to see live music with a friend.
We are going to listen to the lovely sounds that come from this man.
She has a baby girl 6 weeks younger than Grub.
It is very telling that we were both quite shocked, when we checked our tickets, to see that the doors opened at 9.30pm.
I got this email from her this morning:
We don’t get out much.
I must have been feeling particularly stupid when I forgot the sort of times live gigs usually happen. The ex-husband is a sound engineer for flips sake. I am all too aware of how these things work. Or at least I used to be, before my brain melted.
So, she will collect me at 9pm, we will be dressed nicely, we will venture out, unchaperoned.
Wish us luck.