It's a lovely sunny and warm day. It's a holiday weekend - something about eggs, a rabbit and a cross - and I have to write between four and seven thousand words for Wednesday (well, that is the preference but I think I could go until Thursday and be ok).
On the bright side, Emillinan Torrini in York next Sunday.
*Deep breath, extra jar of instant coffee, bananas, and big bottles of water at the ready*
What is Roses by Outkast about exactly?